What's All This Waving Around in Front of Me? Do You Really Think You're the Protagonist?

"What... what is that?"

The cultivator traveling with the man in black widened his eyes and stared fixedly in that direction.

Void!

No, that was not right. It seemed to be filled with boundless origins of every kind—complex, contradictory, as though everything had been jumbled together within it.

The sand and dust that had originally filled the sky vanished without a trace the moment they touched that area.

An immense pressure faintly radiated outward. Even without the slightest aura leaking out, it made their entire bodies tremble, as though one more glance would scatter their souls to the winds.

"Hmm?"

Faced with this situation, the frivolous man was initially stunned, then delight appeared on his face.

He had worn out iron shoes searching everywhere, only to find it without any effort at all.

The greater the danger, the greater the opportunity.

Now!

The frivolous man bypassed the two people who had just exchanged glances and swiftly headed toward the source of that majestic power.

"Madman!"

Seeing what he was doing, the man in black could not help but spit out those two words.

This man had not figured out anything and had barged in on his own. If there was a powerful expert inside, offending them might drag the others down with him.

Damn it!

"Let's go take a look too. It might be a ruin."

Things had come to this, and there was no other way. The man in black frowned slightly before speaking softly to his companion.

If it truly was the ruins of a Supreme, then they could not let that man obtain it.

After saying this, the man in black paid no attention to his companion's reaction and headed toward the disturbance.

Somewhere.

The power of origin churned ceaselessly within a space, forming thread after thread