Within Guixu.
Shen Ni, whose entire body was the color of chaos, his precise appearance impossible to discern, stood in this silent place.
His voice rang out like thunder and lightning:
"Someone like that will never know fear in the end. Even if he fails, it will only ever be a failure in his own eyes. To everyone else, he will always be a success!"
Shen Ni spread his arms, his body woven from fantastical illusion, amid the ruins of Void Return, which had almost completely sunk into oblivion countless years ago.
The mist making up his strange, chaotic body trembled, and slowly, particles began to move...
Finally, they coalesced into a hand?
A hand just like an ordinary human's, seemingly no different from that of an ordinary mortal in the mundane world.
There was nothing extraneous about it.
It had neither the vicious bone spikes of the Asura Tribe, born for slaughter, nor the seemingly crystalline, transparent skin of the Celestial God Race.
It was simply a very fair hand.
A hand that seemed to have received some kind of care.
Fair, but not pallid.
Through its pale skin, the red blood flowing through the blue veins beneath was clearly visible.
Along with it, something else within Guixu, like a vast expanse of nameless mist, slowly contracted!
In an instant, a fluctuation arose that every powerful being within Guixu throughout the Primordial World could feel!
For the chaos surrounding this Primordial World was not soil that nurtured worlds.
Thus, no beings from other Great Thousand Worlds had managed to exist here.
Not even in death.
And so Guixu throughout the Primordial World had received little replenishment.
It was an expanse with no discernible color.
It seemed black, yet also blue and white.
Or perhaps a purplish blue?
In the