In the Immortal Domain, a giant palm blotted out the sky as it pressed down. The voice of the Great Dao rang out, and Fang Yang, its target, felt death closing in.
"Immortal King Aosheng—"
Though the strike had come casually from across endless galaxies, Fang Yang recognized the aura within it and knew which Immortal King had attacked him.
Immortal King Aosheng was one of the Immortal Domain's Immortal Kings—and a mighty one at that, ranked among the very peak.
In ages long past, Immortal King Aosheng had joined another Immortal King in hunting down the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, forging an immense karmic debt.
The instant Aosheng struck, Fang Yang saw the thread of cause and effect behind the attack: an old grudge dating back to ancient times.
Immortal King Aosheng had reached across endless galaxies to kill him, a Supreme with ties to the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit.
"Heh."
Fang Yang gave a cold laugh.
Encountering an Immortal King intent on blocking his path the moment he entered the Immortal Domain and drew down his Immortal Ascension Tribulation was still better than the worst outcome he had imagined.
Aosheng had attacked from across distant galaxies instead of descending in person. That meant he did not consider Fang Yang a threat; he had merely struck on a whim.
If Aosheng had gone all out, Fang Yang would have had to use every means at his disposal. Even if he ultimately survived the tribulation and became an immortal, he would have been left in a wretched state.
But now—
A dark gleam flashed in Fang Yang's eyes.
Around him, he had already drawn together the matter and energy left behind by the destroyed Heavenly Tribulation figures. Unseen, they had formed a crude Immortal Dao formation.
At a thought from Fang Yang,