Deep within Infinite Space, a figure leaned against a willow tree.
Yang Mei turned his head to look in the direction of the Chaos World, his gaze carrying a hint of melancholy: "In endless years, it is only the company of old friends that brings boundless joy!"
He paused, took a swig of wine, and his voice carried a trace of yearning: "Shichen, you say... when all of us stand at the pinnacle of the Dao, gazing together at the scenery of the myriads of worlds, what kind of magnificent spirit will that be?"
The willow branches swayed gently, as if responding to his words.
Yang Mei's smile gradually faded, replaced by a touch of firmness: "Therefore, I will not allow anyone to disrupt such a scene, even if they are my brothers and sisters!"
He drank the flask in his hand to the last drop, slowly stood up, and a sharp edge flashed in his lazy eyes: "My Dao bodies have already made their moves, so I must make a move as well. After a long time, everyone thinks I only know how to drink and be lazy."
As his words fell, space fluctuated, and Yang Mei directly merged into it.
The next moment, his figure appeared right before the Demon God of Disaster and Star.
Star was startled, and after recognizing who had come, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face: "Third Brother? Why are you here?"
Yang Mei gave Star a slight nod, swept his gaze over him, and teased: "Marble boy, why aren't you in the myriads of worlds acting as your colorful beacon? Running over here to monitor the Tribulation with Disaster?"
Star's face instantly fell: "I just think monitoring the Tribulation is a bit more fun! Besides, Third Brother, that is not