Yan Hao was deeply puzzled.
Not much of His memory had awakened, yet He could sense that this world belonged to Him.
The stars, continents, every blade of grass and tree here all seemed to have been born because of Him.
He could resonate with the laws of heaven and earth. He was the embodiment of the Great Dao of this world.
The imprint hidden deep within His soul had compelled Him to gather the Sun God's divine fire and shape a divine body, instinctively seeking a complete awakening.
Yet this stranger before Him had intercepted the divine-script fire talismans He had condensed, preventing His path to self-awakening from being perfect.
"My name is Pang Jian. I come from the Purgatory world, and I am preparing to advance to the Dominator Realm."
As a divine script bearing the character "Conquer" fell into his palm, Pang Jian spread out his divine awareness and secretly sensed Yan Hao's condition.
"Senior, you are already dead. The supreme will of this Mist Sea world chose me as the First Realm God. Your era has passed. You should rest in peace."
As he spoke, more ancient divine scripts descended from the heavens, and Pang Jian intercepted them one by one.
Refined by the Primordial Demon Fusion Art, those divine scripts became a great many Dao-mark imprints that merged into his godhead and became part of him.
Through this method, his connection to the Ruins Domain became close once more.
"The supreme will within the Mist Sea? It?"
Yan Hao's rugged, masculine face abruptly turned savage and terrifying. As though He had recalled something, He screamed, "It deceived me! Pang Jian, do not think that gaining Its recognition means you can change your fate!"
"Impossible!"
"Beings like It, like those above, have no emotions at all!"