Wang Xuan sat still in the silence of the night. He was perceiving things beyond the grasp of ordinary individuals and even other transcendents. At the far end of the boundless void that he gazed into, those crimson eyes remained. The being's voice occasionally resounded.　　0

"You obstruct my path, but you are obstructing the birth of the new myth! Everything I do is not just for myself but to forge a new era." In the mist, the mysterious being seemed ruthless. Its voice was indifferent and merciless.　　0

In the distance, two figures continued their chanting within a sphere of light while occasionally severing the bloodied chains to prevent them from reaching Wang Xuan. These scenes were only perceivable to Wang Xuan when his mind was at its clearest. Others, like Chen Yongjie who was nearby, couldn't see or hear them. It was as if two separate worlds existed even for transcendents. Only by breaking through their limitations and possessing a spiritual eye could a transcendent discern such characteristics.　　0

"He has no chance. Only I can save the old mythological world and prolong its existence. Only I can reshape the cosmos and open up new domains of transcendence. Those who obstruct me are the sinners of this...0