Amidst the shattered Star River, four figures stood like eternal Divine Peaks, their auras intertwining and clashing, stirring the yet unsettled currents of chaotic Laws. The remnants of the Stars trembled silently under the invisible pressure.
"You have no idea what calamity you have wrought, Chu Zheng is the root of this eternal catastrophe!"
Fu Pinglan roared lowly, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving as each breath was heavy as bellows, Blood Qi gushing with his panting, staining the surrounding starry sky with red.
After a while, the boiling killing intent was forcibly suppressed, and he spoke again, his voice as weighty as millennia-old Cold Iron:
"The Holy Spirit Plate... must contain the coordinates of Chu Zheng's whereabouts."
His gaze pierced through the Void, looking towards the direction of the Immortal Alliance, carrying an all-consuming obsession:
"Go to the Immortal Alliance, get the coordinates, then I... will personally go to the Vast Universe..."
