Among all the cultivators present, the middle-aged man seated to the north wore the darkest expression. It was so heavy it seemed to drip with suppressed fury. His robes were ethereal and majestic, much like Tuoba Chongyuan’s. Clearly, he hailed from Shengle Heaven.0

Tuoba Chongyuan had been attacked precisely when the ruins of the Dongning Palace descended. The great void had been in turmoil, but he had reacted within just a quarter of an hour. But by then, most of Tuoba Chongyuan’s life force had vanished. When the man traversed the great void and manifested back in the world, all he managed to preserve was a single wisp of Tuoba Chongyuan’s soul.0

That wisp was missing more than half its essence. Even if it reincarnated, it might no longer be Tuoba Chongyuan. Outwardly, he maintained appearances, claiming to his demonic allies that his soul was intact,...0