The Plumed Empyrean Supreme’s last replica fragment vanished into the air before Lu Yun could react.

Thus marked the end of the third empyrean supreme of the chief worlds. He’d sunk without a ripple into the vast river of time and the only thing that proved he’d once existed was his own arrow stuck in his skull.

“Don’t you want to know what he said to me?” Jin Huo said meaningfully to Lu Yun.

“No,” he shook his head. “I am only a high supreme who can deploy a grand supreme’s strength because of a divine weapon. I don’t want to attract the karmic repercussions of an empyrean supreme.”

He raised his eyes and looked at the black skull hanging over...