After completing all this, Chu Zheng expressionlessly tossed Fu Pinglan, who had lost both eyes, into the surging River of Space-Time beside him.
With a sweep of waves, this formidable Martial Ancestor who had come to slay another ancestor was swept away like a speck of duckweed by the endless power of space-time, rushing towards an unknowable future shore, his trace elusive.
Chu Zheng stood alone by the riverbank, his gaze deep, while the scars in his palm slowly healed. The terrifying clash that could have overturned ancient history had ended in a moment.
He looked at Fu Pinglan's eyes in his hand, silently storing them away, for he had great use for them.
On the battlefield not far away, watching Chu Zheng strike down an Ancient Ancestor, Yun Tianji's face suddenly froze.
That person just now, indeed had reached the Ancestral Realm, yet he had never seen him before.
