Amid a violent explosion of time and space, an entire multiverse rippled with vast waves of tribulation. A terrifying aura spread, as though it would reduce all things to ash.
Within blazing lightning fierce enough to boil the Chaos dry, a valiant middle-aged man appeared and swung his battle halberd. Yet his target was not the altar, but Blood Saint, the greatest Saint under Heaven.
In this mysterious man's eyes, Blood Saint was undoubtedly the greatest threat.
On the surface, the Primordial Chaos evolved by Wilderness Lord and the others seemed capable of standing toe-to-toe with Blood Saint's Dimensional Gate, but that was merely the illusion of all living beings.
At their level, they understood that absolute height was everything. It was not something so-called breadth or numbers could make up for.
This mysterious middle-aged man was clearly another peerless powerhouse. His strength was unimaginably tyrannical; as his battle halberd danced, even the Dimensional Strings shook violently with it, composing a doomsday dirge of tribulation.
By all reason, such a peerless powerhouse could not possibly be nameless. He should have left an incomparably profound mark upon history and the river of ages.
Yet the reality was that no such person existed in history. Even if one overturned the entire river of time, not the slightest trace of him could be found.
Neither his Dao nor his methods—one could not even find a similar flower resembling him.
This mysterious person seemed as if he had sprung out of thin air.
And this was one of the unprecedented massive changes Wang Xu and the others had spoken of before.
The dimension was still that same dimension, yet it was no longer that same dimension.
In the future, it might even evolve until time was no longer time, space no longer space, and