Swallowed Star plane.
Universe Ocean.
The boundless Universe Ocean was filled with endlessly surging chaotic currents.
This was a deadly realm with no distinction between up, down, left, or right, saturated with terrifying storms capable of effortlessly tearing apart ordinary Universe Masters.
Yet deep within this chaos lurked a colossal behemoth, so immense that its size could not be measured in light-years.
It lay silently coiled in the void, its entire body covered in ancient dark-gold scales, every single one as vast as a sprawling continent.
Sharp horns grew from its enormous head, carrying laws of sharpness that seemed capable of piercing straight through the void of the Universe Ocean.
The behemoth slowly opened one eye.
That eye alone was unimaginably vast. As its gaze shifted, it clearly reflected countless brilliant galaxies and the birth, destruction, and evolution of universes.
It was the original progenitor of the Starry Sky Behemoth race, a great being who had long since stepped into the Void True God realm and could enter the Eternal True God level at any moment—Su Changqing.
At that moment, Su Changqing's enormous body shifted slightly, shattering the chaotic currents across a radius of ten thousand li.
This was because, just moments ago, a clone he had left in the Primal Universe had sent a brief message through their consciousness link.
Some strange changes had appeared on Earth.
A trace of surprise flashed through Su Changqing's eyes.
As a transmigrator who knew the developmental trajectory of the entire Swallowed Star world, he had always kept Earth under close watch.
It was the cradle Mountain Sitting Guest had painstakingly created, as well as the starting point of Luo Feng's future rise to fame throughout the Universe Ocean.
Logically, before Luo Feng truly grew up, Earth should have followed its predetermined course, struggling to survive amid the ravages of the RR Virus and gradually developing the Martial Artist system.
How could an unexpected change suddenly appear?
Su Changqing had originally intended to descend in person and take a look, but sensing a strange fluctuation faintly coming from afar, he abandoned the idea.
Finding the corpse of the God King of Jin was the top priority at present. There could be no mistakes.
It concerned an even vaster world, and it was also a crucial part of the plan he had laid out over endless ages.
No matter how great the changes on Earth were, they could not overturn the heavens.
His consciousness surged as he left an order for the clone stationed in the Solar System. "Investigate the source of these changes. Make sure our transmigration has not caused the storyline to change."
Primal Universe, edge of the Milky Way.
At the center of the Sun.
The temperature here reached tens of millions of degrees, while violent nuclear fusion energy unleashed world-destroying explosions every moment.
At the very core of this endless light and heat, a pair of deep eyes slowly opened.
This was a young man who looked no different from an Earth human.
His black hair drifted in the wind, and he wore a seemingly ordinary plain-colored robe. He sat cross-legged in silence atop a rolling sunspot, while stellar flames capable of instantly vaporizing even alloys licked at the hem of his robes without leaving the slightest scorch mark.
This was one of Su Changqing's clones left within the Sun.
After receiving the main body's command, Su Changqing's clone slowly rose to his feet and took a step forward, his figure instantly merging into the surrounding spatial ripples.
He triggered no alarms at any observatory, nor did he alert those War Gods and experts beyond the War God Level on Earth who believed they controlled everything.
Even Hong, who lived in Hongning Base City and was hailed as Earth's strongest expert, remained quietly in seclusion, utterly unaware of this supreme being's arrival.
Su Changqing's clone descended soundlessly onto a desolate plain.
A cold, fishy-smelling wind swept past, stirring several clumps of weeds from the ground.
Su Changqing stopped and calmly looked at the thick concrete remnant wall ahead.
On that wall, a young man whose limbs had been twisted into grotesque spirals and whose left arm had been smashed into pulp was nailed firmly in place by several rusted sheets of iron. His death had been utterly miserable.
With a single glance, Su Changqing noticed something amiss.
The clothes this young man wore did not belong to any style from Earth's Great Nirvana era.
What interested him even more was the lingering energy fluctuation on the corpse.
It was neither Genetic Origin Energy nor Spiritual Force.
It was an entirely different power system, carrying a trace of peculiar Martial Path laws and seemingly closely connected to some beast-like soul imprint.
As the progenitor of the Starry Sky Behemoths, he was very familiar with the soul imprints of beasts.
"Interesting. The aura of an entirely unfamiliar cultivation system."
The corners of Su Changqing's lips rose slightly as he murmured softly.
Different cultivation systems did indeed exist in this universe, but once they reached a certain level, all roads eventually converged and led to the same path of cultivation.
Yet the cultivation system he sensed now was completely different.
It was clearly distinct from the existing cultivation systems.
He could conclude that this young man was absolutely not an Earthling, and perhaps did not even belong to this Primal Universe.
At the broadest level, he might not even belong to this plane!
A life-form from another universe had actually descended soundlessly into Mountain Sitting Guest's private territory, only to be tortured to death in the Wilderness Zone by several low-level Martial Artists?
This could not possibly be some so-called fortuitous encounter or coincidence.
He wanted to see exactly how this young man had died, and how he had arrived on Earth.
Su Changqing raised his right hand, palm upward. Carefully controlling the affected area, an invisible force of laws instantly enveloped a hundred-meter radius.
For a Void True God's clone, reversing time and space in a low-dimensional place like the Primal Universe was simpler than drinking water.
The surrounding scenery began to twist strangely.
Time stopped flowing at that moment, then, like a videotape being rewound, rapidly reversed.
The blood on the ground returned to Yan's body, his twisted limbs recovered, the war hammer that had smashed his arm flew back into the Martial Artist's hand, and the iron sheets that had pierced his body retreated into the air.
Su Changqing's gaze pierced through the barriers of time, continuously watching every one of Yan's movements reverse.
He precisely locked onto the point in history when Yan had not yet died.
He saw Yan collapse and scream in extreme terror, saw the Martial Artist squad captain interrogate him about his cultivation method, and saw the instant Yan shouted the words, "That is a fight."
It was at this point.
Su Changqing suddenly thrust his hand forward, directly ignoring the barrier of time and space as he seized the still-lively Yan from within that historical scene.
He intended to use the most overbearing method possible—to forcibly pull this young man from the past into the present and revive him directly!
With his divine might, let alone an ordinary person, even if a Universe Overlord's soul and body had been utterly destroyed, he could still fish them out of the river of time.
Compared to laboriously reversing time, pulling the man back and searching his soul was far more efficient.
Su Changqing's arm exerted a slight force as he pulled backward.
Space shook violently.
Yan's body was successfully pulled from the past into the present.
However, when Su Changqing released his hand and carefully examined the body before him, a trace of astonishment flashed through his eyes.
The Yan he had pulled back across time and space lay lifeless amid the wild grass.
He was still a cold corpse!