First Theater Command, Chaos Sea.
Space tore open, and Chen Lin stepped out.
There were no earth-shaking phenomena. Even the currents of chaos remained undisturbed. He had returned to utter simplicity. As a Quasi-Saint, he now stood as an equal among the mighty figures of the myriad worlds.
The instant he appeared, ten terrifying auras swept across from ten different starfields and locked firmly onto him.
A moment later, ten figures materialized in the center of the Chaos Sea.
Shi Hao carried the Great Luo Sword Embryo over his shoulder, his lips curling into a wild grin. "Ten thousand years, and you're a Quasi-Saint. Those Thunder Pools of mine really did soak a monster into existence."
The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron hovered above Ye Fan's head, streams of black-and-yellow qi cascading down. He nodded slightly. "The Ancestral Star's foundations truly live up to their reputation."
Chu Feng rubbed his hands and sidled a couple of steps closer with a grin. "Old Han, isn't this cultivation speed even crazier than when you were popping pills?"
Han Li wore a green robe, his expression cold. Without even raising his eyelids, he offered only two words. "Not bad."
The two female Sages, Nuwa and Lady Pingxin, stood side by side, Creation Power intertwining with the aura of reincarnation. To their right, Wang Lin, Qin Yu, Linley, and the Ancestral Dragon-the four supreme Sages-quietly studied Chen Lin, their gazes as unfathomable as the ocean.
All ten supreme Sages of the First Theater Command were present.
Chen Lin swept his gaze over them and cupped his hands slightly. "Greetings, seniors. Ten thousand years, and fortunately, I haven't let you down."
"Now that you've entered the game, take up the pieces." Ye Fan wasted no words and flicked a finger.
A dark-gold Tiger Tally streaked