Jiang Dongjun had come and gone in a hurry, and there had only been one Light of Time and Space. A faint, almost imperceptible trace of lingering aura had been detected on his physical body, which had just undergone the baptism of another world's rules.
In truth, he had only himself to blame for recklessly impersonating someone else, especially before a higher-order being like the Silver Dragon King, whom he had deceived so thoroughly that she believed him without question.
Unseen, that tiny sliver of authority Tang Hao had failed to fully inherit through force and plunder, which had been drifting between heaven and earth, had actually fallen upon him.
The principle behind it was similar to Petition for a Title.
Both the Silver Dragon King's mistaken judgment and the active guidance of the Light of Time and Space had played a part, unbeknownst to Jiang Dongjun.
As a result, the true power now turned its gaze toward him. The Douluo Plane's will, currently in a phase of burgeoning fortune and thriving growth, stirred because of him. It was as though an invisible blade had descended upon the entire plane, slicing off a vast portion of its fortune and turning it into a seven-colored seed.
That seed abruptly appeared through layer upon layer of space in the basement of the Jiang Family's Soul Tool Workshop, above Jiang Dongjun's physical body. It fell straight toward the spot between his brows, burrowed into his brain, and plunged into his Sea of Consciousness, which had dwindled to a shallow puddle.
At that moment, every supreme powerhouse closely connected to Douluo Star sensed something. Their hearts felt hollow, as though a piece had been forcibly gouged out. All of them had a premonition that, for the next thousand years, Douluo Star would enter an