That flash of golden light just now had unmistakably carried the power of the Mystic Realm!
Otherwise, it could never have so easily annihilated the attack left behind by that monster. No one could possibly have been mistaken about that.
"Has another Mystic Realm been born in the Primordial Universe?"
"That tower just now... it felt somewhat familiar..."
"Was it Him?"
The group of Universe Lords looked at one another, and the atmosphere sank into silence.
The Nine-Nine Creation Tower vanished.
And along with it vanished several little ones whom no one had noticed.
Meng Tangtang and the others merely felt their vision blur. Then they had left the Infinite Realm Outer Heaven and arrived in an ancient, unadorned courtyard.
An amiable-looking old man was leisurely gazing at a chessboard, as though he had not shifted in the slightest for tens of thousands of years. Beside his hand sat an exquisite little golden tower... the Lord of Creation!
Meng Tangtang's heart jolted. She discovered that the golden envelope her master had given her had somehow been quietly placed beside the old man's hand.
"Young friends, you seem rather surprised." The old man slowly rose to his feet and looked toward Meng Tangtang and the others with a smile.
His gaze swept past Little Black and Kulodo, lingered on White Demon for several seconds as if in surprise, then turned to Meng Tangtang. "All of you are true peerless geniuses. As expected, it still has its ways... no, it should be Him, perhaps."
"One Universe Lord and three Infinite Realm cultivators, each having walked their own Great Dao. At such an age, with such strength—it truly inspires envy."
The old man's smile was tranquil, yet Meng Tangtang and the others shuddered inwardly.
They realized that they could not sense the