"Who else?"
These words echoed beneath the Broken Celestial Vault.
Inside Taixu Hall, dozens of True Monarchs all raised their heads. They looked at the deep blue figure standing in the Array Hub, as well as the vast spectacle within the slowly rotating cyan heaven world behind him, where the sun and moon underwent Reincarnation and the Star River hung upside down.
This junior, who had only entered the Dao a few hundred years ago, was carrying the entire Profound Yellow on his shoulders all by himself.
Above the Celestial Vault, the six rifts remained silent for a moment. Then, one of them moved.
A figure walked out from the void. It was not a true body, but a projection. Yet, even as a projection, the coercion it emitted far surpassed that of any True Monarch.
The figure was shrouded in thick darkness, its facial features obscured. Only a pair of scarlet eyes, like two blood moons, hung in the depths of the dark.
