The Spirit of Space's entire body was formed from flowing Space Law. Its features were indistinct, but the pair of eyes composed entirely of Space Cracks were clearly visible.
It looked in the direction Jiang Shu had departed, and a slit split open where its mouth should have been, as though it were smiling.
The man in black still sat where he had been, smiling as he said:
"If you had been in the same camp as him, perhaps you too would have been won over by his talent and strength. Otherwise, he would not have so many followers and friends."
The Spirit of Space shook its head. "You said it yourself: if I were in the same camp as him."
"Though the two of us do not truly share any deep-seated hatred, he severed a sliver of my essence. That alone determines that we can never stand in the same camp, much less become friends."
"Continue with your affairs. I am going to devour space and perfect myself."
With that, the surging space instantly fell still. Only the man in black remained, leisurely drinking the tea before him before letting out a soft, cold laugh.
Buzz!
A moment later, the space before the man in black churned. Ming Wuya dragged his battered body through a warped spatial fissure, his blood trailing dark streaks through the void.
The flesh of his right arm had been completely corroded away by some unknown Dao Rhyme, exposing ghastly white bone.
With every step he took, the powerful curse patterns carved into his bones flashed once, barely keeping his body from falling apart.
"You arrived much later than I expected."
The man in black looked at the bedraggled Ming Wuya, expressionless and cloaked in an aura of deathly stillness.
Ming Wuya let out a