As soon as the figure in blue arrived, the power tempests went calm and the passageway went still and quiet. The man seemed to pulse with the mysteries of universal destruction, as if he himself could reach out and grab countless parallel universes. To infuse one’s true energy with universal power, and one’s every movement with the transformations of numerous parallel universes, was something that ordinary Grand Emperors couldn’t do.

“What just happened?” the figure in blue murmured. He was clearly some sort of royalty or nobility, with an aquiline nose and a crafty, ruthless glint in his eyes. From the grim expression on his face, it seemed he was furious at some miscalculation on his part.

Snorting angrily, he thought, ‘My skill in soul-locking is unparalleled. No one under heaven should be able to escape me, except perhaps a god. How could Holy Daughter Joyflower have suddenly vanished like this? Did she...