In the past, crossing the Niemo Domain alone was something Xu Zimo would not have dared to imagine.
Back then, even with countless preparations, he would still have suffered grievous wounds and needed a long time to recover.
But now, Xu Zimo did not fear spatial turbulence at all.
With a casual gesture, he could freeze spatial turbulence.
With a casual gesture, he could annihilate a Space Storm.
As though no one could stop him and nothing could stand in his way.
With the blessing of a million Great Daos, Xu Zimo felt that he had stepped into an entirely new realm.
A realm he had imagined before, yet one that was truly difficult to describe.
He was advancing toward invincibility and the pinnacle.
The power of a single domain was already hard-pressed to contend with him.
At last, he continued transcending himself, continuing to sublimate.
At last, he arrived in the Niemo Domain.
Compared to before, the Niemo Domain had long since taken on a completely new appearance.
Xu Zimo could not sense even the slightest trace of devilish qi.
One had to know that the Niemo Domain had once been the Devil Race's stronghold. This entire domain had been named because of the Devil Race.
Yet now, no devilish qi could be sensed. That was rather interesting.
After Xu Zimo killed some Devil Race rebels and took away part of the Devil Race, could it be that this place truly had nothing to do with the Devil Race anymore?
Of course, none of that mattered.
The Devil Race's main base was now on the Divine Continent, and the Niemo Domain had long become dispensable.
Xu Zimo merely wanted to find the strongest person in this world and have a battle.
"Speaking of which, our world was once