Holy Crap

Everything was ready.

Li Su took a deep breath and burrowed up from underground.

Without pausing in the slightest, his gaze flashed as he charged straight toward where the Sixth Celestial God was.

He was incredibly fast, like a shooting star. Before, he could only sense it, but now that he possessed the power of space, he could capture it—he could find the rift torn open by the Sixth Celestial God.

He leaped into the air. The innate spatial patterns began to shine, and the phantom of the Pangu Banner emerged.

With a sweep of his hand, he tore open the space of reality and rushed inside.

"This guy... he really went?"

In the distance, Axe had not gone far. It had actually been waiting nearby all along, intending to see whether Li Su would change his mind.

Unexpectedly, the moment he emerged, he headed straight for the Sixth Celestial God without the slightest hesitation.

"Fuck, if you're going to throw your life away, you don't have to be in such a damn hurry!"

Axe's emotions churned. To avoid being discovered by the Celestial Gods, it had hidden for millions upon millions of days and nights. In the end, even its spiritual light had nearly gone extinct. Left with no choice, it had transformed into a massive axe, fallen into the hands of the Seventh Celestial God, buried its consciousness in slumber, and lingered on with its last breath.

One had to know that it had once been very powerful.

Among the Seven Celestial Gods, the only one it had truly feared was probably the First Celestial God. If they had fought at its peak, the outcome would have been difficult to predict. Of course, the most likely result was still that it would be destroyed and its spirituality annihilated.