Ming Xin stood in the void before Imperial Pass, Chaos energy swirling around him and completely blocking out the raging aftershocks of energy from the outside world.
His gaze was calm, yet it carried a depth that seemed to see through the ages. He first swept it across An Lan, whose killing intent boiled as doubt and suspicion churned within him.
At last, his eyes settled on Desolate Heaven Emperor Shi Hao, who was gravely wounded yet possessed a will as unyielding as iron.
"Primordial World?" Shi Hao frowned deeply. He had never heard that name before, but the transcendent Dao aura surrounding the other man, as though he stood above the Sea of Worlds, could not be faked.
Moreover, Ming Xin had openly declared that he had not come to interfere in this battle. That lessened Shi Hao's hostility somewhat, though his vigilance remained.
An Lan merely snorted coldly, his Golden Spear pointing straight at Ming Xin as the aura of an Immortal King locked onto him. "Playing tricks!
No matter where you came from, disrupting time and space is a grave crime! How dare an outsider interfere in the affairs of this realm?!"
Ming Xin paid no heed to An Lan's threat. To him, although this Immortal King was powerful, he was not worthy of being taken seriously.
He looked toward Shi Hao, then toward the remaining cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands atop Imperial Pass, whose eyes held both hope and confusion. Slowly, he spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it resounded like the sacred tones of the Great Dao.
It clearly entered the depths of every living being's mind, even piercing through time and space and drawing the attention of certain supreme experts from other eras.
"This Daoist has come to deliver a