"You're right, it should end."
In the boundless and infinite starry sky, a familiar voice suddenly echoed, indifferent and calm, yet carrying a faint hint of killing intent.
The Holy Master of the Demon Clan showed a trace of astonishment and disbelief in his pupils, along with an almost undetectable fear, stemming from the inner dread of death.
He was completely unaware of the aura.
"Chen Yuan..."
The Holy Master of the Demon Clan inquired, somewhat affirmatively.
"It's me!"
In the silent starry sky, the space began to twist, and a vast dominion started to spread outward in all directions. From within the black hole, a young man dressed in a black dragon robe slowly emerged.
He stood with his arms folded, eyes like the galaxy, forming a world of his own where he stood, the most dazzling presence in the entire starry sky, impossible to ignore, impossible not to notice.
"You... you stepped out of the river of time..."
The Holy Master muttered.
"What do you think?"
