This world suddenly fell silent.
Heavenly Ghost God Monarch's hair and beard were wild, his eyes wide with rage and endless resentment. Once reborn, he vowed to wash the heavens and earth in blood to quell the hatred in his heart.
Yet at this moment, a chill crept into his heart.
Clang!
A clear and haunting sound of swords rang out.
From the resplendent light of the Great Sun emerged a green-clothed youth, with a tender face, seemingly sixteen years old, drawing the longsword from his waist and stepping forward.
"Refining Emptiness... Refining Emptiness..."
"You are Refining Emptiness!"
The Heavenly Ghost God Monarch cried out in astonishment.
Why does this youth of Refining Emptiness possess such suffocating pressure!
As if facing a Supreme, facing a Sovereign!
