Did I Let You Make a Move?

Yang Chen walked step by step through the Endless Void. The instant he set foot within it, he coldly spoke to the system in his mind.

"System, sign in!"

"Ding. Detecting sign-in location."

"Ding. Detection successful. Signing in."

"Ding. Congratulations, Host. You have signed in for a thousand years of cultivation!"

A series of icy system notifications rang out. A vast surge of energy erupted within Yang Chen's body.

It spread outward in ring after ring, directly transforming into a storm that swept through the entire Endless Void.

Even after gaining a thousand years of cultivation, Yang Chen showed no joy on his face.

He merely looked coldly toward the edge of the Endless Void.

"Why won't you even give me this little time?"

Yang Chen murmured softly.

He took another step.

In an instant, he arrived directly at the edge of the Endless Void.

The pitch-black, savage rifts seemed to still proclaim the terror of the battle before—the Six Saints' final strike.

Dressed in white, Yang Chen appeared exceptionally conspicuous amid the endless darkness.

And utterly abrupt.

Yang Chen's appearance instantly drew the attention of countless Extraterrestrial Demons. Three Saint-realm Extraterrestrial Demons stared at him fixedly, their gazes hostile.

Even Demon King Maduo shifted his attention from the Upper Realm envoy to Yang Chen.

"So you're the newly ascended Saint of the Immortal Realm?"

Demon King Maduo's deep voice exploded like rolling thunder.

Yang Chen raised his head indifferently. There was no color in his eyes, as though everything was all the same in his gaze.

"What the fuck does that have to do with you?"

Yang Chen replied without the slightest courtesy.

Demon King Maduo's expression instantly darkened.

"Liu Feng and the other six forced me to make a move because they wanted to leave you some hope.