Within the ancient, timeworn war chariot, a hazy Humanoid Being sat quietly cross-legged. His hair shone brilliantly, and his eyes gleamed like those of a young man in the golden years of his life.
This was An Lan, a Peak Immortal King whose divine might overshadowed the world and shook past and present alike. He could look down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths; the so-called Imperial Pass was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust before him, something he could destroy with a flick of his finger.
He had always remained composed. Even when the Heavenly Abyss unleashed its power and the Primordial Imperial City descended, he remained untouched by sorrow or joy, transcendent above all.
But now, his gaze changed, becoming incomparably grave.
For atop the weathered walls of the Primordial Imperial City resting on his palm stood a peerless being. Four long rivers wound around him—time, space, fate, and karma—and Feathering Immortal Light suffused his entire body, blazing and brilliant.
His eyes seemed to contain a pair of supreme Immortal Swords, so dazzling that they were difficult to look at directly.
A terrifying pressure spread outward. Even the golden-backed Reckless Bull, an Immortal One, trembled uncontrollably.
What An Lan found most intolerable was that this being stood high above him, looking down at him with cold eyes and an indescribable contempt.
Who was he?
He was An Lan! He had witnessed life and death, looked down upon eternity. In this boundless world, who could contend with him?
He was invincible. Throughout the long ages, who dared to despise him?
Boom!
The void above the war chariot shattered. Everything within it slipped toward destruction; the mere collision of two gazes had brought about a great annihilation.
"A little insect stirred the river of time? So what?