Outside the South Heaven Gate.
On the great island, the Northwestern encampment of the Nine Great Starfields.
Lord of Nirvana, one of the two great lords, suddenly opened his eyes, a spark of fury burning in his pupils.
His child was dead!
The safeguard he had left on his child had been triggered.
As an existence who had lived through countless ages—and an outsider lifeform at that—such a matter ordinarily would have caused him no more than displeasure. If he found the murderer, he would simply strike them down.
But Lord of Nirvana was different. He truly loved his child.
How deeply? He feared the child would break if held in his palm, feared he would melt if kept in his mouth. For thousands of years, day after day, he had treasured him beyond measure.
And today, he was dead!
This was the only bloodline left to him by the wife he had loved dearly and supported through thick and thin. At his realm, it was almost impossible for him to have another.
In an instant, Lord of Nirvana flew into a complete rage.
His figure moved, vanishing outright.
Following the direction of his child's final trace of life, he sped away.
In only a few minutes, he crossed several hundred light-years, forcing his way through countless perilous regions and slaughtering his way to the place where his son had vanished.
Feeling his sole bloodline completely dissipate here, even his true spirit slain and left without the slightest possibility of resurrection, Lord of Nirvana's expression nearly twisted apart, revealing boundless grief.
His eyes were so cold they seemed capable of freezing all things to death, his gaze fixed upon the depths four hundred light-years away.
The culprit was not dead.
They had withstood his strike and escaped.
Without a moment's