"Three million years..."
Seas became mulberry fields in the flick of a finger.
So... had that much time already passed?
What had become of the Three Realms? Had the Ninefold Netherworld Tower, which he had poured countless efforts into building, long since rotted away with the years?
Cang Xuan did not know.
He was already far too weak, as feeble as a candle guttering in the wind.
He had no strength left to carefully probe the true power of this white-haired young man who had appeared out of nowhere.
He could only awaken in fits and starts.
Yet whenever he struggled to gather a shred of lucidity, all that filled his ears were this young man's astonishing boasts.
And that terrifying presence that overwhelmed everything.
I must not take him lightly... Cang Xuan told himself.
Although he had never seen this man before, three million years were enough to reduce supreme beings like himself and Jiang Taibai to the dust of history...
Naturally, they were also enough to give rise to another peerless powerhouse.
Upon waking this time, Cang Xuan cast his gaze through the chaotic void toward the battlefield.
Dozens of Demon Puppets surrounded the young man.
No one understood the terror of those "Demon Puppets" better than he did.
These things were his greatest masterpieces, modified with his own hands. They had no minds, yet possessed a trait that could overturn all common sense...
The stronger their opponent, the stronger they became.
They absorbed their enemy's power. However strong their opponent was, the Demon Puppets would approach that strength without limit, even imitating and learning their opponent's Divine Abilities in an extremely short time!
Back then, even someone as powerful as Sword Emperor Jiang Taibai had found these constantly evolving Demon Puppets a tremendous headache. His only choice