Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the dark void.
Behind him, the Dark Divine Palace representing the Heavenly God Temple had completely dissolved into nothingness, becoming a thing of the past.
Ye Xuan slightly hunched his body, his right hand absent-mindedly fiddling with his fingers in the void, his left elbow resting on his knee, holding his chin, eyes closed, face calm.
It seemed he was pondering something.
He was reflecting on what he saw after merging with the Emperor Soul, and weighing it against the game that enveloped the ancient eras.
"Was my return a move in her game?"
Ye Xuan's right hand halted.
He slowly opened his eyes.
His ink-black eyes shone with a deep, mysterious light.
"You clearly know of my existence, yet did not come to find me, but intentionally revealed your whereabouts…"
Ye Xuan mused to himself in the void.
"Is the Myriad World Bronze Coffin something you took?"
Ye Xuan's brows furrowed slowly.
