“Lu Yun, the source of akasha ghosts in this era lies with that one,” Qing Yu’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind. “It’s the one who’s turned all of the fallen great emperors into akasha ghosts!”

“I see.” Lu Yun took a deep breath as an axe and spear brightened in his hands, flaring with the power of space and time.

Within hell, two answering beams of profound light blossomed from Mount Vastspace and the Timelight Tower, rushing into Lu Yun’s nascent spirit.

Boom.

The intersection of space and time formed a reincarnation of spacetime; the two dao weapons combined together and flung themselves at the Dao Tree.

Lu Yun’s goal wasn’t the big...