Withered-wood mask…0

Lying in the lava, Chen Changfeng suppressed his aura with all his strength. In his heart, he repeated the incantation he had obtained from a Taiyi Golden Immortal. He kept seeing a female immortal before him, her cheeks marked by tears, as he waited for the mask to appear.0

The killing intent raging within his heart crashed repeatedly against his Primordial Spirit. He could not even turn his awareness inward. Every fragment of his focus was used to stop his violent urges from devouring him completely. Covered in severe injuries and already in a critical condition, he only had enough strength for one last attack. 0

I have to cut down that mask! There's no room for failure!0

As the grand elder of the Heavenly Yaohuo Sect, which was based in the Eastern Sky Region, the Golden Immortal had reached the highest ranks among cultivators of his level. Though he didn't stand at the absolute peak, he had at least reached the top of the gigantic cultivation pyramid that those on his level aimed for.0

The nearby solar systems regarded him as a renowned expert who had cultivated for six hundred thousand years. Gentle and generous, he was also known for helping others in times of need, earning deep respect from the disciples of the Heavenly Yaohuo Sect. He even had a good reputation in the dozens of planets connected through primal qi passages.0

Contrary...0