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The moment Hall Lord White Avian activated his token, in the high-level world, Fool Mountain Realm—

In a temple in Fool Mountain Realm’s mortal world, a tall man leaned against a wooden chair. He held his chin with one hand as though he was taking a nap. His eyes were long and narrow, and there was a vertical eye between his eyebrows. Even though he was taking a nap, he was much more dignified than the statue in the temple.

The entire temple was isolated from Fool Mountain Realm.

All living beings in Fool Mountain Realm, including the Imperial Lords and deities, couldn’t see this place.

Oh? The tall man suddenly opened his eyes. The vertical eye at his glabella also opened.

At that moment—

He saw Hall Lord White Avian holding a token in the distance, outside of Fool Mountain Realm. Under the tall man’s gaze, Hall Lord White Avian’s timeline connected the past and the future. He saw everything Hall Lord White Avian had experienced recently.

This little White Avian’s personality is too benevolent. The tall man stood up and took a step out of Fool Mountain Realm. An embodiment remained on the wooden chair in the temple.

…

After Hall Lord White Avian activated his token, he waited silently. Suddenly, he saw a tall man appear. He stood in the endless spacetime, bringing immense pressure with him.

“Perfected Lord.” Hall Lord White Avian bowed slightly.

Fool Mountain Realm’s Progenitor, Perfected Lord Crimson Peace, was also a famous existence in the River of Spacetime. But as time passed, there were fewer records about him.

“Your Essence Soul was heavily injured because of Brother Yi.” Perfected Lord Crimson Peace looked at Hall Lord White Avian. “Brother Yi is ultimately not from our River of Spacetime. Before he left, he requested me to help you once. What do you need me to do this time?”

Although Perfected Lord Crimson Peace had a true body in his home universe, he also had a true body outside. He had made close friends outside the universe, relationships forged through life and death.

“Perfected Lord, I hope you can kill Celestial Thearch Myriad Star,” said Hall Lord White Avian.

“Actually, even if you ignore him, he won’t be able to threaten you,” said Perfected Lord Crimson Peace. “If he doesn’t restrain himself, he will ultimately bring about his own death. Yet, you used up the only chance you had to request my assistance.”

“Thank you, Perfected Lord,” said Hall Lord White Avian.

Perfected Lord Crimson Peace nodded slightly. “Alright, as you wish.”

…

In a dark hall.

Celestial Thearch Myriad Star was studying the second volume of the Eternal formulation, Bloodline. Suddenly, he sensed something and looked up.

Whoosh.

A huge crystalline palm tore through spacetime and passed through all obstructions in Celestial Thearch Myriad Star’s cave abode. Wherever it passed, everything shattered.

It had already reached the hall’s entrance.

Eighth Tribulation Eminence! Celestial Thearch Myriad Star was horrified. He was extremely certain that the person who could instantly destroy all the array formations in his cave abode was definitely an Eighth Tribulation Eminence!

“Senior,” shouted Celestial Thearch Myriad Star as tiny stars appeared on his body. Tens of thousands of stars surrounded him, forming a miniature universe and completely isolating him from the outside world.

Bam!

Without any hesitation, the palm struck the stellar array formation. With a single collision, the array formation that formed a miniature universe shattered.

Following that, the palm extended again, causing spacetime to completely fall into his palm. Celestial Thearch Myriad Star also landed in his palm.

He captured me in two moves? Celestial Thearch Myriad Star landed in his palm and looked up. He saw five fingers that resembled heavenly pillars and the towering man’s face.

He immediately recognized that this man was Perfected Lord Crimson Peace.

With Celestial Thearch Myriad Star’s status, he only knew a little about the Eighth Tribulation Eminences in the River of Spacetime’s history. Perfected Lord Crimson Peace was one of them.

“Perfected Lord, spare me. Please spare me,” pleaded Celestial Thearch Myriad Star immediately. He was very humble.

In front of the Eighth Tribulation Eminence, the mighty and invincible Celestial Thearch Myriad Star of the current era… didn’t care about his reputation at all.

Celestial Thearch Myriad Star knew very well what it meant to be captured in two moves. He was also a half-step Eighth Tribulation Eminence who had grasped the laws of spacetime. It was very normal for him to be captured alive after blocking a handful of moves from an Eighth Tribulation Eminence. However, Perfected Lord Crimson Peace had only extended one hand and caught him in two moves.

If Perfected Lord Crimson Peace had used a powerful treasure… he probably wouldn’t have been able to withstand a single attack. The difference was too great.

“Little White Avian, look. Myriad Star is here.” Celestial Thearch Myriad Star saw the towering Perfected Lord Crimson Peace speaking to another figure beside him. He saw that the other figure was Hall Lord White Avian.

Hall Lord White Avian also looked down at the tiny figure in his palm.

It’s Hall Lord White Avian. How did he manage to invite Perfected Lord Crimson Peace? Celestial Thearch Myriad Star was dazed.

“Brother White Avian, Brother White Avian,” shouted Celestial Thearch Myriad Star loudly.

…

Hall Lord White Avian and Perfected Lord Crimson Peace stood together and looked at the tiny figure in Perfected Lord Crimson Peace’s palm.

The tiny figure shouted with all its might, “Brother White Avian! Brother White Avian, I know my mistakes. Brother White Avian, I will never order forbidden creatures to devour inhabited worlds again! Brother White Avian, give me another chance.”

At this moment, Celestial Thearch Myriad Star didn’t hesitate to beg for mercy, begging Hall Lord White Avian to spare him.

“Now that we have captured his outer realm true body, only his homeworld’s true body is left,” said Perfected Lord Crimson Peace. “Let’s go to his homeworld.”

Whoosh.

Perfected Lord Crimson Peace appeared outside a middle-level world with Hall Lord White Avian.

The reason why he captured Myriad Star alive was to prevent any accidents from happening. After all, killing an outer realm true body would allow his homeworld true body to split out another true body.

“Perfected Lord, spare me. Brother White Avian, spare me. Just this once.” Celestial Thearch Myriad Star—who was in the palm—tried his best to shout, “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Celestial Thearch Myriad Star’s homeworld.” Hall Lord White Avian watched.

“All inhabited worlds are protected by spacetime laws,” said Perfected Lord Crimson Peace. “Forbidden creatures are born to devour; they devour inhabited worlds by relying on their talent. As for Eighth Tribulation Eminences, they need to comprehend the profundities of this protection and crack it if they want to break through the spacetime laws’ protection.” Perfected Lord Crimson Peace calmly explained to Hall Lord White Avian.

Hall Lord White Avian nodded slightly. “I heard that all phenomena in the endless spacetime can be resolved through meditation, no matter how inconceivable it is.”

“That’s right. If one cultivates the Eighth Tribulation realm to the limit, they can even create a universe.” Perfected Lord Crimson Peace looked at the middle-level world.

In Perfected Lord Crimson Peace’s eyes, countless nomological threads protected this middle-level world.

He had never thought of destroying a inhabited world; it signified great karma. After all, this River of Spacetime had nurtured Perfected Lord Crimson Peace. He owed it to this part of the River of Spacetime.

He planned on penetrating the world membrane and reaching in to grab Celestial Thearch Myriad Star. This middle-level world could still be restored to its original state.

It was very easy to break through the world membrane, but he had to crack the nomological protection first.

“The protection of a middle-level world is a little complicated.” Perfected Lord Crimson Peace watched.

Even Chaos creatures had to be at the Seventh Tribulation realm before they could devour a middle-level world. They knew how to eat, but they didn’t know how they ate them.

In his years of cultivation, Perfected Lord Crimson Peace had long observed the protection of an inhabited world’s laws. Now, after a brief look, he extended his hand.

The crystalline palm landed on the world membrane with a whoosh.