Even the collective memory of those fifty-two Divine Realm powerhouses was not even a ten-thousandth of his own.
A myriad of information spread, and the Grand Sun prepared for possession.
Qi Yuan was covered in blood, sitting in place, holding a sword in his hands.
Facing such a massive onslaught, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
"Grand Sun, what a fine and befitting elder you are."
"You're asking how I will stop you?"
"I, the Heavenly Foundation Building, can you stop me?"
"Are you trying to possess me?"
"No, I swallowed you!"
The Grand Sun was just the strongest being of this world.
As for Qi Yuan, he had been continually suffering injuries while combating extraterritorial devils, and constantly killing.
In the middle of all the intense combat, he also apprehended a trace of the essence of death.
The fragments of the Heavenly Dao from the Yin-Yang forbidden area ended up in his hands.
