Ju Tianfu looked up at the sky filled with the blood mist from the Divine King, eyes wide open, as if a string snapped in his mind.
A Saint,
A Saint possessing Demigod Divine Power, just one step away from ascending to a true god, died so abruptly in midair, it felt absurdly ordinary.
As if responding to Ju Tianfu's thoughts, a pale fissure opened behind the blood fog. From within, a man walked out.
He wore simple linen clothing, with disheveled hair, lacking any energy fluctuations or presence, yet strangely, Ju Tianfu couldn't discern his face no matter what.
He seemed both young and old, both handsome and indescribably ugly, both ordinary and insignificant yet dominated absolute existence, as if everything around only existed to serve as his backdrop.
He had no distinct features, like an amalgamation of billions, yet far greater than billions.
"It is you!"
