The other party truly had a stroke of luck.
How could something belonging to the Immortal Emperor possibly be simple?
If it weren't for their utterly shallow understanding of the Formation technique, they might have fought over it with fervor!
...
Meanwhile, in the depths of the universe.
Within the remnants of a star that had already reached the end of its life.
Scarlet light flickered and scattered over an ancient stone platform.
On the platform, an elderly man in a gray robe was seated silently.
The old man's hair was white like a crane's feathers and his face ruddy, carrying a faint trace of childlike vitality.
But at that moment,
"Achoo..."
"Achoo..."
"Is someone cursing me behind my back?"
Out of nowhere, the old man suddenly sneezed several times heavily.
His brows furrowed slightly, a trace of vigilance flashing through his eyes.
