“And you? What do you want?” Qing Buyi looked at the purple dao palace.

“So you plan to concede?” A purple form manifested out of the palace. “My ambitions aren’t that lofty, just give me the seed of nothing from the destruction of the last world of sequence.”

Qing Buyi nodded. “It looks like you three really want to die.” He lowered his head and solemnly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his somewhat flabby arms.

“Qing Buyi, I admit that your abilities are impressive, but you face three supremes. If you don’t give way, you’ll die even if you have three heads and six arms!” sneered Esteemed Nebula as his golden haze began to solidify into a tangible body.

The three supremes...