"Hm?"
The Sky-Derivation Ancestor frowned.
"The Causal Threads have been tangled to such an extent?"
"Had I not personally driven the Heavenly Mandate Mirror with the power of my soul, I fear I would not even have pierced this veil of mist."
He did not give up.
An even greater surge of soul power poured into the mirror in an instant.
The mist on its surface began to churn and swirl, as though an invisible hand were slowly parting it.
A faint gleam shone from the depths of the mist.
That light grew brighter and clearer.
The Sky-Derivation Ancestor's pupils widened slightly.
He saw it.
Within that scene of space and time revealed by his divination-
A figure in green robes stood in the void, his hands clasped behind his back.
The youth looked no older than eighteen or nineteen, with handsome features and a composed bearing.
He raised his hand and pointed a finger down through the air.
The Blood God Palace's sect-protecting formation, powerful enough to hold off a Peak Quasi-Emperor Realm expert for a short time, shattered and crumbled like papier-mâché.
Then he calmly uttered a single word.
"Die."
Several Great Sage Realm elders perished together.
The Sky-Derivation Ancestor's breathing quickened slightly.
With Great Sage Realm power, he could suppress and kill experts of the same realm with a single word?
This... this defied all reason.
But before he could ponder it, the scene continued to unfold.
He saw the green-robed youth casually raise his hand toward Blood Heaven, the old palace master who had flown out of the blood coffin.
Then-
He heard a sentence.
A sentence that plunged him into an icy abyss and froze all the blood in his body.
"I, Chen Changqing, strip you of your entire lifespan."
The instant those words fell.