"Not dead?"
Seeing that Chen Nianzhi had not fallen, the Primordial Nether Dragon revealed a trace of surprise.
The inheritance of this microcosm differed from that of the greater universe and the immortal realms. No great power had left behind a lineage here, so all its cultivation methods had been explored by its native beings.
They called the seventh rank the Divine Spirit Realm, the eighth rank the Saint Realm, and eighth-rank perfection the Great Saint Realm.
Those who reached the ninth-rank Taiyi realm were revered as Great Emperors, while Creation Treasures were honored as Emperor Weapons.
Taiyi Immortal Weapons were even more powerful and were known as Supreme Immortal Weapons.
An existence like the Primordial Nether Dragon had once been one of the four Great Emperors of the Underworld Microcosm.
In its lifetime, it had swept through the microcosm unopposed and had almost no rivals in the boundless universe. This was the first time a Saint Realm cultivator had survived one of its attacks.
Seeing this, the Primordial Nether Dragon said coldly, "For tens of thousands of years, not a single Great Saint in this great universe has survived one strike from me."
"Your cultivation method differs from that of this great universe. Are you outsiders?"
At this point, a faint gleam bloomed in the Primordial Nether Dragon's eyes. "The Dao Ancestor once said that beyond this great universe, there must be other great universes."
"Could it be that you all came through the void rifts formed by the universe's destruction?"
With the Primordial Nether Dragon having guessed their origins, Chen Nianzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, killing intent surfacing within them.
Seeing this, the Primordial Nether Dragon sneered. "Heaven truly refuses to end me. It seems that if I capture you, I will be able to escape this great universe