Li Qiye saw a monster standing there just like an uncrossable evil mountain.

It was an unknown creature, shrouded by a massive cloak. It looked a little tattered, seemingly belonging to a beggar. Obviously, this was a supreme artifact.

Its weapon of choice was a long sickle, causing it to look like the harvester of life. Just one swing would devour billions of lives. Progenitors wouldn’t be able to escape.

It stared straight at Li Qiye; its gaze was the only brightness in this forsaken world, capable of stealing people’s souls.

Nonetheless, Li Qiye calmly met its gaze, undeterred.

“No, I am no guest, just an...