Within the ravaging, chaotic fissures of the Void Turbulence, a figure and a severed finger streaked forward, akin to a brilliant, fiery comet.

The void rift stretched into infinity, containing only eternal, deadly silence and peril capable of annihilating all living things and shattering even the mightiest supreme experts.

As the figure hurtled through, spatial fluctuations wracked his physical body; layers of profound, mystical ripples enveloped his divine form, countering the fierce gales and turbulence raging violently within the void, consuming his energy as he pressed onward.

Flashes of fire erupted from his divine body, like sparks scattering as metal is cleaved by a sharp weapon.

There was no concept of time within the void fissure; he had no idea how long had passed, only that he relentlessly charged forward in one direction, driven by the message from the Spirit Guard, never ceasing his frantic flight.

He was at the First Heaven of the Primordial God realm, possessing the flesh of the Undead Demon race, brimming with deep and pure divine power. He integrated countless strengths into himself; the power he could genuinely wield was no weaker than that of an average Second Heaven martial artist of the Primordial God realm, and if he forcibly urged his potential, he could even contend with those at the Third Heaven level.

However, within this Void Turbulence, the depletion rate of his divine body’s power was terrifying. He felt that not much time had passed, yet the divine power within the ancient tree of his physical body was already sixty to seventy percent exhausted. Soon, his divine power would run dry.

This was the Void Turbulence; he could not absorb the ambient energy of the surroundings into his body. Once his divine power was depleted, he would have to rely solely on activating his Star Power, his Blood Essence Power, to continue soaring and resist the myriad dangers lurking within the extracosmic turbulence.

If he were not a master of Spatial Profundity, deeply understanding its true essence, he would be unable to move an inch here.

Because he understood Spatial Profundity, he could continuously erect layers of spatial barriers around his entire body, warding off countless incoming threats.

For anyone else, one who did not cultivate Spatial Profundity, even those at the Second or Third Heaven of the Primordial God realm might not be able to charge through as he did. They could only seek out a safe zone and survive by consuming their own energy until it ran out, leading their lives toward doom.

“Still not there?” Shi Yan felt a rising impatience.

“Not yet, it will take some more time. But, it should be soon…” the Spirit Guard transmitted.

“My divine power consumption is enormous. At this extreme speed, I might exhaust my power not long from now.”

“Then use the other powers you have concealed—the Star Power, the Flesh and Blood Power, the Demon Blood Power. Activate all of them; you will certainly be able to sustain yourself until we reach the destination.”

Shi Yan gritted his teeth and nodded with a bitter smile.

Another stretch of arduous torment followed. On this day, his physical body was covered in cracks, his divine form felt on the verge of shattering, and his eyes were dim with exhaustion.

He had only one-tenth of his divine power remaining. He had already utilized his stellar energy and even activated his Demon Blood. He was nearing utter exhaustion…

This was not a conventional corner of the universe. Here, he could sense his Vice Soul and, relying on the spiritual connection, use the last sliver of hidden strength to condense a spatial passage, forcibly tearing open a door to escape directly into the Divine Grace Continent.

But he could not use the power of his Vice Soul in the Void Turbulence to nourish his main body.

Because this location was unique.

Suddenly, he stopped, his expression fluctuating with struggle.

The Blood-Patterned Ring and the finger became one, and they halted simultaneously. Around them raged violent force fields that caused booming detonations, like massive mushroom clouds rising, from within which astonishing sounds emerged.

Behind him were billions of streaks of light, formed from a peculiar type of fine gravel dust, so minuscule it could directly permeate the skin and enter the body. Shi Yan had once accidentally allowed some of that dust into his system before, and the sensation… he never wanted to experience it again for the rest of his life.

He didn’t know how long he had been wandering in this Void Turbulence. During this time, every single item he carried for energy replenishment had been completely depleted.

The several Blood Essence Stones capable of rapidly restoring Undead Demon Blood had all turned to ash. The spirit herbs and elixirs that could enhance the spirit had also been swallowed to boost his strength. As for Divine Crystals, the moment one appeared here, it instantly exploded into dust, rendering its energy completely unabsorbable.

By now, everything he possessed that could be converted into energy was utterly ruined.

He still had no idea how much time had passed. It seemed the location pointed to by the Spirit Guard was forever distant, filling him with a despair that he might never reach it.

The Void Turbulence was silent, devoid of any living aura. Traversing it alone, if his mind were not exceptionally resolute, he would have long since collapsed.

“I have little strength left—only enough to open a door to return to the Divine Grace Continent. If I continue to expend it, neither you nor I will ever get back,” Shi Yan said after several seconds of contemplation.

If he lost the power to open that door, and with no way to replenish energy here, even as a master of Spatial Profundity, he would end up like many beings dragged into the void fissures: exhausted until annihilated, unable to survive any longer.

“Almost there, it’s in the center of the cloud mass ahead. You will find it when you get there,” the Spirit Guard insisted.

Shi Yan frowned deeply, looking at the cloud mass ahead. After long contemplation, he gritted his teeth again: “I’ll trust you one last time!”

He focused his mind to examine his internal condition, carefully calculating every remaining fraction of Star Power, Divine Power, Flesh and Blood Power, Demon Blood, and so on. Only then did he borrow a fraction of power to form a spatial barrier around his divine body and slowly approach the cloud mass ahead.

During this process, he constantly measured and assessed, ensuring the remaining power within him was sufficient to open a door and return to the Divine Grace Continent.

He knew the danger involved intimately: if he lacked even the strength to open that final door, he would be trapped here until his power was completely consumed and he perished.

“It’s right ahead!”

The Spirit Guard’s soul thought suddenly became agitated and excited. Seemingly unfettered in the Void Turbulence, it dragged that pale-green finger and rushed directly toward the mushroom cloud ahead.

These grayish-black mushroom clouds were connected in clusters, born from the terrifying explosions below. It was impossible to know what wonders lay within them.

Shi Yan merely glanced at the grayish-brown cloud mass, and an infinite despair welled up in his heart. His soul felt a piercing, unsettling pain, a sensation that the very mark of his life was about to vanish from the world, the dread of slowly walking toward death.

His face was pale. He repeatedly stabilized his spirit, a trace of horror flickering in his eyes.

Hesitating for a few seconds, he recalculated the total sum of his internal power. His gaze hardened, and he suddenly charged toward the grayish-black cloud mass, following the Blood-Patterned Ring, and immediately spotted the location where the ring was suspended.

There was actually a shattered space condensed from the grayish-black cloud material!

The structure of that space was formed by the grayish-black cloud matter, extremely unstable—clearly one of the fragments!

If an expert at the Primordial God realm perished, there was a high probability that a Primordial Realm would remain, perhaps even containing inherited legacies. Back then, Cato had obtained the inheritance of Gru, the leader of Chaos Profundity, in the Desolate Dead Domain; this was the legacy left behind when Gru perished within his Primordial Realm.

But if someone wished to utterly eliminate you, destroying even a trace of legacy, they would shatter the Primordial Realm entirely.

In the conventional Sea of Stars, when a Primordial God realm expert died, unless their Primordial Realm was deliberately shattered, it could persist. Like the Demon Domain surrounding the Divine Grace Continent, the Seven Underworlds, or the Abyss Battlefield—if traced back, they were all gradually evolved remnants left behind after the demise of once incomparably powerful beings.

However, if a Primordial God level expert died within the Void Turbulence, the chance of a Primordial Realm existing was nearly zero.

In the Void Turbulence, space was distorted, and the countless violent gales, churning mysterious dust, and massive explosions could cause space to collapse and shatter. A Primordial God who died here would almost certainly have their Primordial Realm reduced to dust and dregs; in the best-case scenario, it would fracture into pieces scattered throughout the various turbulent currents.

The space within this grayish-black cloud mass was a fragment of a collapsed Primordial Realm, though extremely small, it seemed critically important…

Because within that space, there was an opened, gloomy cavern. The cavern was murky gray, and six vague silhouettes were vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on the ground. The moment Shi Yan glimpsed those shadows, his spirit was deeply shocked, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

An endless sense of despair radiated from those indistinct shadows, directly assaulting his mind and soul, as if dragging his spiritual altar into an abyss of hopelessness.

The Blood-Patterned Ring and the bloodthirsty finger hovered near those vague shadows. On a stone platform before the indistinct figures, there was a bone that had originally been invisible, which suddenly materialized when the Blood-Patterned Ring touched it.

It was a pale-green bone.

“Who is that?”

Shi Yan dared not look at the vague shadow. Enduring the spiritual discomfort, he roared with a ferocious expression, “Who is he?”

“The Sovereign of Despair, Senluo!”

Shi Yan jolted violently and cried out, “How could he be here?”

The Sovereign who cultivated Despair Profundity was a powerhouse from the Mara Star Domain, renowned there. In his prime, he was an invincible figure in the Mara Star Domain.

When Yang Qingdi self-comprehended and explored Despair Profundity, back when he parted ways with Shi Yan in the Mara Star Domain, he seemed to have been drawn by a surge of despairing power.

Yang Qingdi later told Shi Yan that he had discovered a place, the spot where that person once cultivated. He sat there for many years, utilizing a trace of that intent to elevate his Despair Profundity.

Then he proceeded to challenge various experts, allowing his Profundity to gradually mature within despair, inching toward perfection.

Shi Yan was certain that the trace of intent Yang Qingdi comprehended belonged to the Sovereign who cultivated Despair Profundity—this very Senluo!

“He has perished. He must have come seeking the Master’s remains with the same objective. Unfortunately, he only found a section of the remains before perishing here. After all, he did not cultivate Spatial Profundity; the consequence of recklessly forcing his way into this place was only death,” the Spirit Guard sighed.

“Activate your Devouring Profundity and approach slowly,” Shi Yan commanded with his actions matching his words.

He rotated the Profundity on his spiritual altar, discarding the spatial fluctuations, causing the black hole within his altar to spin. The despairing intent that sank deep into his bones seemed to vanish into thin air.

He was then able to approach the gloomy cavern.

The cavern held a giant, clearly of the Undead Demon race, sitting motionless. There was not a single fluctuation of energy within him; his physical body was corroded by the turbulence, ready to shatter at a touch. Before him lay a pale-green bone, which was already enveloped in a blood-red light by the Blood-Patterned Ring.

The giant’s entire skeleton was decayed, and only an unyielding aura of despair lingered around his body. Those clusters of grayish-black cloud matter were fragments of his Primordial Realm, containing pure Despair Power, protecting this location from truly disintegrating.

“This intent and Despair Power belonging to him, I will collect for you. Give it to the one who cultivates Despair Profundity, and it will instantly elevate that person’s level,” the Spirit Guard offered.

The image of Yang Qingdi immediately appeared in Shi Yan’s mind.