The Multiversal Cube

Multiversal Cube

The speed of those gazes was so swift that they nearly surpassed the thoughts of all living beings.

It was as though they had been fired from time immemorial, only manifesting at this very moment today.

Thus, in but an instant, the dozens of Yazi warriors charging forward with roaring fury, including that six-digit leader—

Dozens of fine bloodlines appeared across every one of their bodies.

Then their movements, their surging true essence, even the savage expressions on their faces, all froze completely.

Immediately afterward, like weathered sand sculptures, they silently crumbled and scattered.

They turned into the finest cosmic dust, drifting through the cold, dark void.

Only at the very back of the crowd, one Yazi whose cultivation was merely at the initial stage of five digits—

Zhang Sanxian deliberately spared his life, leaving him standing there in a daze, too terrified to move.

The savagery had yet to fade from his face before it was utterly drowned beneath boundless shock and terror.

His body shook violently beyond his control, and even the flow of true essence within him was so frightened it nearly collapsed.

Then, like a ghost, Zhang Sanxian appeared before the survivor in an instant and asked indifferently, "Floating Slaughter Demon Venerable hasn't emerged from that ruin yet, has he?"

"D-Demon Venerable—my lord—"

The Yazi said tremblingly, "—h-he has not yet returned—"

Zhang Sanxian nodded slightly. "Good. Then tell me, how do I enter the ruin?"

"I—I'll tell you. Y-you'll spare my life if I do, right?" Clinging to a thread of faint hope, the Yazi asked cautiously.

At those words, Zhang Sanxian's brows immediately furrowed. He said icily, "Your karmic sins run so deep. The innocent lives you have slaughtered number not hundreds of billions, but trillions.

"It would already be mercy if