As the enormous Angel Phantom slowly faded from sight.
Ye Li's divine sense swiftly returned to his body like an ebbing tide.
He hovered outside the Firmament Ancestral Star's atmosphere, recalling what he had just seen and heard. His brows drew together as he sank into thought.
"This disaster warning... was a little strange."
Aside from hearing the White Tower God, who was supposedly long dead, boast from afar that "he's already a dead man"...
He had received no other useful information whatsoever.
It had not even revealed roughly when or how his fatal calamity would strike.
"Could it be some top-tier divine ability that makes spoken words reality?"
Ye Li muttered to himself, a trace of wariness rising within him.
He immediately stopped holding back and pushed his repeatedly enhanced [Indestructible Golden Soul] to its absolute limit!
Hum!
Brilliant golden light surged from the depths of his eyes, like a golden ocean rising in a furious tide, instantly drowning his black pupils!
Beneath that golden light, powerful enough to pierce all illusions.
He began carefully examining his flesh, bones, sinews, and true spirit... searching for any curse or mark that might be lurking there.
But after a long while.
The golden light slowly receded, and Ye Li's eyes returned to normal. "Well, that's something."
He still sensed nothing unusual-not even a warning from any of his five senses.
"Then it isn't an ability that makes words reality."
Ye Li quickly reached a conclusion.
There was only one possible explanation for this.
Even the White Tower God himself had yet to decide exactly when or how to strike.
For now, the other party simply wanted him dead.
But that did not mean he could rest easy from here on out.
Ye Li's brows furrowed further.
This unknown sword of death