In an unknown region, the Lord of Spatial Origin returned to his dao field with that book.
Space flowed endlessly, everything mysterious yet filled with majesty.
But the moment he arrived, the entire fabric of space-time changed.
He's here?
The Lord of Spatial Origin calmly noted the changes around him, already forming a guess in his heart.
The next moment, a peculiar aura spread through the surroundings, and countless voices of praise slowly drifted over, though those sounds were quickly and deliberately concealed by the other party.
A phantom flickered in and out of sight, naturally blending into its surroundings. Even spatial origin itself seemed like a toy in the other party's hand.
Aside from the Lord of Spatial Origin himself, there was only one person capable of such methods.
"Praise be to the Dao Lord!"
Since the figure had already revealed itself, the Lord of Spatial Origin could only follow the rules. He bowed toward the phantom, lowered his head, and spoke respectfully.
At that moment, all was deathly silent.
Only streams of origin could be seen flowing within, while the figure continued to solidify.
This Dao Lord said nothing. His eyes merely revealed unfathomable depths as he looked at the Lord of Spatial Origin—or rather, he was not merely looking at him.
Under that gaze, the Lord of Spatial Origin was exposed inside and out, even his soul laid bare before the other party's eyes.
"You have grown far stronger than before."
The Dao Lord's voice fell without the slightest emotion, making it impossible to discern what he meant.
Yet upon hearing it, the Lord of Spatial Origin's body did stiffen slightly.
He knew the other party had come to test him—or perhaps had already confirmed something.
"Thanks to the Dao Lord's benevolence, we Lords of Origin have