Simultaneously, outside the Layer of three Ancients—at the very heart of the Celestial Realm, near an ancient temple resembling two towering spires—a bloody battle raged as many Rulers sought to kill a lone figure who wasn't even as formidable as them.
The land surrounding the temple lay in ruins, the vast sky and earth drenched in blood, while mighty natural laws clashed and erupted in the air within moments.
Amidst the ruins, a low chuckle echoed—laden with amusement, and maybe even a trace of mirth. Hearing it, a Ruler cursed, abandoning any pretense of dignity. His breath came in gasps, his garments torn.
"Why the hell won't he die?! He's just one damned person who hasn't even reached the final stage of the Celestial rank yet!"
