Within the Central Heavenly Palace.
Ye Chen sat upright on the Divine Throne, silent and overlooking the black and white-haired supreme power's primordial spirit figure, yet he invisibly released a boundless invincible majesty, annihilating time and space.
Were it not for the letter exuding strands of seven-colored radiance, protecting the black and white supreme power, his remaining primordial spirit would have exploded.
Ye Chen's might now far surpassed before, with his gaze reflecting terrifying scenes of sun and moon falling, time and space collapsing.
The Combat Saint Soul grew ever stronger, and even meeting his gaze could tear apart the primordial spirit.
The black and white-haired supreme power was terrified; he overestimated the Emperor Clan's might and underestimated Ye Chen's strength.
The figure before him was overwhelmingly strong, unafraid of all.
"Qian, I'm sorry. It was my fault, please forgive me."
