Tremors Among the Sovereigns

Ruins Domain.

Pang Jian sat quietly in his true body within the spacious Gods and Devils Creation Institute. His divine consciousness had drifted into the Misty Dust Realm, watching the battlefield in silence through the World Tree.

He took in every detail of the battle there.

From the moment Pang Lin stepped out of the spatial passage, the gods beyond the heavens had retreated as darkness spread. Not another true god of the human race had died.

The boundless divine power of darkness spreading outward left him utterly astonished. Only then had he truly witnessed his younger sister's splendor.

"Pang Lin..."

Likewise, he was shaken by his sister's words and her divine abilities.

No matter how he had speculated, he had never imagined that Pang Lin's history stretched back so anciently and so far.

Before ancient gods of life like Ling Yun returned to the realm of Sovereigns, they seemed utterly helpless before his sister, toyed with in the palm of her hand.

Such an extraordinary being had somehow become his younger sister—and sincerely acknowledged her present identity.

Pang Jian's thoughts drifted, and he felt somewhat lost.

What would happen in the future?

She had once stood at the summit of the starry river beyond the heavens, yet had still been obliterated by Fuya, Luo Hongyan, and the other Sovereigns working together, before sinking into the Sea of Ghost Mist.

As the First Realm God of this era, the leader personally chosen by the Sea of Ghost Mist, could he truly contend against those four Sovereigns and help the Sea of Ghost Mist achieve its desire?

If he failed, what fate awaited him?

Those two extraordinary aberrations were incarnations of the Great Dao of two different heavens and earths, embodiments of world wills. They possessed none of the emotions held