The Marshal's Sacrifice?

The Alien Domain's Stellar Sea was dead and boundless.

An ocean of threads permeated the vast void. His blood-red robe, like congealed filthy blood, snapped in the deep darkness that not even starlight could penetrate.

The grotesque grin on Wusheng's mask stiffened. A beam of golden light lit up its hollow eye sockets like pupils shrinking tight, locking fiercely onto his fingertips—the end of that taut thread!

Golden light!

Dazzling and brilliant, incomparably familiar golden light!

So familiar that... Wusheng had seen it only a few months ago!

Only,

back then, the golden light had merely swept over the countless threads as part of a routine, utterly unable to detect the existence of the Thread of Destiny.

After ten years of fruitless inspections, it had vanished without a trace. He had thought the Formless Sky Demon, which roamed freely through the Stellar Sea, would no longer cast its gaze upon these insignificant ants.

Yet at this moment...

Wusheng clenched down with his fingertips, gripping that thread stretched taut as a bowstring. Feeling the pulling force from the other end continuously intensify, the corners of his mask's mouth drooped, his expression dark as still water.

The Formless Sky Demon had not only discovered the Thread of Destiny, but had even seized the thread's other end, intending to...

Lay hands on his throne!!!

"Li—Qingshan—!"

His furious roar shook the deathly Stellar Sea.

With a whoosh, raging flames ignited within the mask's eye sockets. The two grotesquely smiling corners of its mouth twisted sharply, revealing utter savagery.

There was no doubt about it. That little rat had gotten mixed up with Li Qingshan and exposed the existence of the Thread of Destiny.

Perhaps even...

A trap!

A carefully arranged trap!

The little rat he had been tracking was simply bait Li Qingshan had