Moments later.
On the other side of the island, a stocky figure sat cross-legged by a stream. The figure's back had a row of spikes and six curved black horns on his head. While sitting there, the surrounding space slowly collapsed and then slowly restored.
He sat there silently.
Once upon a time, he was an existence that countless worlds feared in his homeland; his name enough to make deities tremble. Although he was invincible in his homeworld, he felt that he was just short of understanding the Heavenly Dao, Myriad Things, and their interactions. To seek a breakthrough, he came to the spatial tide in search or stronger opponents.
He was indeed powerful as he became a hunter in the spatial tide. He hunted beings from other universes and sought out the cultivation systems these beings cultivated in.
However, he was eventually subdued at the hands of the Island Lord, and from then on, his life was completely controlled by him.
