While the human race and the gods were locked in fierce battle.
In a corner of the starry sky, an illusory star floated silently in space.
Even as it remained there, not the slightest trace of aura leaked from this star.
As though it had been forgotten there, not a shred of life aura spread from it.
Other stars at least had life stirring within them, yet this star held no presence whatsoever.
It was as though its very existence was an illusion.
This star was called Shadow Star.
It was the star where the God of Shadows resided.
The God of Shadows differed from the other gods. He had never possessed a divine temple, because he was the first wisp of shadow between Heaven and Earth. Even if he gained the faith of the human race, it could not improve him in the slightest.
However, the God of Shadows possessed one greatest trait: immortality!
Thus, even without a divine temple, the God of Shadows remained an enormous threat to the human race.
That was also why, though he was merely the weakest among late-stage supreme experts, he could still rank ahead of the Thunder God.
Between an immortal late-stage supreme expert and a late-stage supreme expert with fearsome offensive power, which posed the greater threat?
Obviously, the immortal one!
At this moment, not far from Shadow Star, a young man dressed in snow-white robes stood quietly in space. Yet the void around him twisted without cease.
Like Shadow Star, not a shred of aura leaked from him.
The youth eyed Shadow Star with shifty, furtive eyes. The expression on his face practically screamed that he was up to no good.
"When will the God of Shadows revive?"
The young man's voice slowly rang out.
It echoed through the starry