"Putting on airs!"
A cold sneer, like a tangible ice spike, pierced the deathly silence of the Alien Domain Stellar Sea.
His blood-red robes billowed as he smashed through layer upon layer of sky, rising all the way to... the High Heavens!
In an instant, the Star Dome overhead seemed to transform into a stage. Gazes rose from every corner of the Universe, stabbing toward him like nails.
"A bunch of useless trash. This Seat will consider it revenge on your behalf this time!"
Wusheng snorted coldly. Ignoring the probing gazes descending upon him, he kept his eyes fixed on the taut Thread of Destiny in his hand.
The line that had originally intertwined black and white, governing the life and death of all living beings, had now become one black and one white, their boundaries starkly distinct.
This was no longer a simple contest of brute force. The Formless Sky Demon had connected its own trajectory to the Thread of Destiny, attempting to wrest control from him, the true master of the throne!
"Peerless talent gave you a cultivation speed that surpassed the Universe, but it also made you forget the power time was meant to possess..."
Wusheng smiled coldly. Following the Thread of Destiny with his gaze, he looked toward the enormous Starry River face across from him, its eyes closed in concentration. Then his own void-like eyes abruptly shut.
Since Li Qingshan had taken the initiative to seek death, Wusheng would show him the magnificent tempests he had weathered over five hundred million years!
He would make him understand... what it meant for the years to carry weight!
At the same time, Miao Qianyu's territory.
The Starry Sky was covered in a faint pink veil, with cloying fragrance everywhere. It looked dreamlike and fantastical.
Yet beneath