Jia Ren stared at the blurred human silhouette behind Kong Ming, feeling a strong sense of pollution assault him.
This is the Creator Sovereign's pollution!
In the deepest parts of the river of time, there indeed lies Her mark.
If it weren't for the imminent collapse of the Immortal Realm, no one could hide, no one could escape.
You can hide for a moment, but not for a lifetime.
This is the reason why he ventured to the source of time.
The Creator Sovereign's pollution is an almost insurmountable existence for the strong ones of the Immortal Realm.
"Substitute!"
Facing the Creator Sovereign's pollution, Jia Ren split off a gray monkey hair to bear the calamity in his stead.
His figure kept retreating, moving away from this source of pollution.
The monkey hair, corroded by the Creator Sovereign's pollution, seemingly came alive, transforming into the form of the Replica Monkey, its eyes coldly fixed on Jia Ren.
