Divine Realm in Turmoil

The valley floor lay silent for a long time.

The stream still flowed beneath the moonlight. Tang Hao's corpse lay sprawled beside it, the light in his tiger-like eyes completely frozen, staring hollowly into the night sky.

Lin Chen stood where he was for a long while. Only after the ball of nine-colored light in his palm had completely stabilized did he slowly crouch down and reach out to close Tang Hao's eyelids. Regardless of their positions, this man had ultimately fulfilled his duty as a father with his life.

He took out a strip of black cloth and covered Tang Hao's body. Then he rose to his feet and looked up at the night sky.

The stars filled the vast, boundless heavens, as though that gray giant hand had never appeared. But he knew it had not been an illusion.

Lord of the Void Ruin, an existence equal to the Creator God, had personally intervened. Tang San had been saved by it. No one could say how he would return and rise again.

Lin Chen took a deep breath and wasted no more time. He sat down cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes. Six Nine-Colored Soul Rings silently emerged and slowly revolved around him.

He did not try to investigate Void Ruin's secrets with his own strength.

Before an existence of that level, no amount of speculation would be anything but futile. He needed a higher perspective.

He activated the brilliant golden Creator God's Origin Mark within his body and cast his consciousness toward the far end of the starry sea. Those five auras connected to him by bloodline quickly responded.

A moment later, five enormous figures of light descended from the heavens. They floated soundlessly in the night sky, yet the air throughout the entire valley