At the farthest edge of the Myriad Heavens North Sea lay an abandoned, shattered starfield known as the Burial Star Sea.
Countless remnants of dead stars floated through the icy void.
They resembled the heads of dead giants, radiating decay and desolation.
There was no spiritual qi here, only violent spatial turbulence and deadly cosmic rays. Even a True God would not dare venture in lightly without a powerful treasure to protect them.
Ssshh!
A dim streak of bloody light staggered through a meteor, smashing it apart, then crashed wretchedly onto a vast floating landmass.
Pfft!
The moment Su Chen landed, he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
Golden fragments of sword qi mingled with that blood, still ravaging his internal organs.
The sword wound Ye Tian had carved into his back ran deep enough to expose bone and still refused to heal.
That overbearing chaos sword intent clung to him like maggots burrowing into bone, tormenting his nerves every moment.
"Ye Tian... Ye Tian!!"
Su Chen lay on the ground, his hands clawing desperately at the cold, hard rock until his nails snapped and blood streamed down his fingers.
His eyes were bloodshot. Even all the waters of the three rivers and five lakes could not wash away such venomous hatred.
Once, he had been a favored son of heaven, blessed with immense fortune.
With the Heavenly Mandate supporting him as well, he had believed himself destined to reach the summit and look down upon all living beings.
But ever since he met Ye Tian, every ounce of his pride had been trampled underfoot.
In the battle at the Heavenly Abyss, nine prodigies had joined forces, empowered by a Demon God, yet they had still suffered an utter rout!
Had he not fled, he would probably have become a lump