CHAPTER 138.1

A pair of boots trudged to the ends of the sacred halls of the Heavenly World's Divine Pavilion. The echoes of the footsteps were a complete contradiction to the sacred hallway that had witnessed countless realms rise and fall.

Walls and floors made of riches, the nymphs from the land below sang about, gleamed like the sun around the young man striding through the columns of the hallway. Reflecting in his eyes, which held a good amount of stardust of light blue specks, were centuries he had witnessed the Heavenly World shone brighter than before amidst the chaos of the three worlds.

But the shadows beneath the swirling swarm of azure specks were not seeing the past of the three worlds making up the whole of the universe – the young man was seeing the present with gritted teeth and a deep knot lodged between his perfectly carved brows.

Indeed he was looking for the present that would affect the very foundation of the Heavenly World that his kin had protected protected ever since the