The grayish mist continued to surge upward without end.
Life in this realm had already grown exceedingly scarce.
Aside from Yihao and Luo Hongyan, everyone else remained within the mist, sensing for traces of the supreme will beyond the heavens while resisting its corruption.
The newly born Sovereigns—Thunder Lord, Xing Huan, and Bai Zi—had long since lost themselves and become its weapons of war.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Deep within the minds of the three Sovereigns, silver radiance churned like tidal seas, seeping into their divinities.
Their auras climbed steadily, countless obscure bolts of Great Dao lightning sprang forth around them, and their divine bodies underwent transformations within the godlight.
Awooo!
The azure-shining dragon Thunder Lord had become seemed to become an incarnation of lightning itself. Electric gleams streaked through its blood, while the Thunder Vortices in its dragon heart were refined layer by layer.
A twisted, bloodthirsty intent shone in its eyes as it stared viciously at Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit.
It gathered strength and held back, waiting only for its dragon body to be fully cleansed before tearing apart Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit and letting Pang Jian sink into this gray Sea of Mist, like the many Sovereigns who had perished before him.
The madness deep in Bai Zi's eye sockets was gradually replaced by bewilderment, until it became utter indifference.
Her pupils also turned silver-bright, no longer holding the slightest trace of human emotion.
Only Xing Huan retained his sense of self. Drawing in brilliant Starlight, he had secretly linked the stars with a Sovereign's divine ability, channeling the stellar powers of this river of stars into himself.
"Pang Jian, please don't blame me. When all is said and done, I am still one of the Star Clan."
"And He is the pride and faith of my race. The