Glowing blood from his wounds splattered as Shang Yi’s flesh peeled away from his back, exposing his spine. Incredibly, he turned and fled without fighting back.0

“The age of myths has perished!” he bellowed, repeating the phrase in hopes of awakening the creatures who flashed by faster than lightning.0

Possessing two supreme treasures, Shang Yi fled into the depths of space. This scene left Wang Xuan in awe; one of the universe's mightiest beings, the tyrannical and cold Sword Madman, had fled in panic. Wang Xuan sighed, a trace of satisfaction flickering through his distress. Yet, his relief was short-lived, and soon he fell silent, his brow furrowed in concern. The scene didn’t sit right with him.0

He watched the external world, eyeing his collapsing inner landscape. The fire had died down to embers, and the lingering smoke sent shivers down his spine. It was eerily unsettling. Had Shang Yi not been there, what would have become of him in such a situation? Witnessing Shang Yi being hunted and bleeding as he fled had initially pleased Wang Xuan, but now a chill ran through him from head to toe. Normally, his inner landscape would decay and dissolve on its own, and he might have been anticipating the birth of a new inner landscape, a sense of achievement in rebirth. 0

But what if, at that moment, several bloodied, dying creatures suddenly tore through the old landscape barriers and attacked him? Even Shang Yi, a formidable and ruthless being from ancient times who virtually dominated his era, had chosen to flee! Wang Xuan felt a cold dread. 0

Without Shang Yi, had he encountered this...0