The starry expanse of the universe.
Some unknown place.
A mutilated being sat cross-legged—no, it would be more accurate to say it was piled in a heap.
It had no head, no limbs; even the half of its body that remained was badly damaged.
Yet even so, its overwhelming pressure still blanketed region after region.
Crushing all dust beneath it, it formed an inexplicable domain.
It was still alive. It had not died.
Suddenly.
The mutilated being's body trembled slightly, and it sent out a voice toward the depths of the universe.
If anyone had been here, they would probably have been shocked at where that voice had come from.
The voice was loud and imposing.
Unfortunately, it only had a voice. It could do nothing else.
Its physical body was damaged, and even its divine soul was incomplete. It had to recuperate—and for a long time.
With its finger destroyed, it had no ability to stop the other party. It could only remember the other party's aura.
And wait for the day it completely broke free, completely escaped this damned place.
"Hm? So this thing was the one making all that noise."
Suddenly, another, younger voice rang out. It belonged to a young man dressed in long robes.
His tone was indifferent, though his expression carried a trace of displeasure.
Staring at the chaotic heap of a being, he shook his head slightly.
A cultivator whose body had been severed and divided into countless parts.
Since it was dead, it should have the decency to stay dead.
Damn it, he was merely passing by, and it was still howling away, ruining his mood.
With a flick of his finger, an unknown speck of light landed on that heap of flesh.
Stricken with terror, the heap had no power to