High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

There, hundreds of prodigies from different universes and eras compete on the same stage. Only the one who passes the inheritance test first can obtain the ultimate inheritance left by the tower master.

Su Jie's lips slowly curled into a smile. The hint from the Void of Destiny was definitely correct. This last spot was likely to be decided soon, or the chosen one of a certain universe was about to go to the World Exquisite Tower to undergo testing.

Su Jie withdrew his thoughts and stored the emerald green cosmic origin will in the system space. He then spent a month collecting the Glory Angel Legion members that he had scattered in various places, one by one.

More than 120,000 six-winged angels of glory were neatly arranged deep within the primordial universe, their silvery-white wings spreading out in the void like a sleeping silver ocean.

Two hundred eight-winged angels of glory, twenty-three ten-winged angels of glory, six twelve-winged angels of glory, nine unspeakable fourth-order shadows of all spirits, and Saint Ruyan, whom Su Jie loved to touch and grope.

When the last angel of glory returned to its place, a system notification sounded in Su Jie's consciousness.

[Ding! The entire Glory Angel Legion has been recalled. Current total number of Shadows of All Spirits: 120239.]

Of course, he also took back the five fourth-order Creation Angels, namely Saint Yiyi, Saint Qiuqiu, Saint Piaopiao, Saint Lingling, and Saint Xinxin, as well as the two fifth-order Creation Angels, Saint Cai and Saint Ling.

At that moment, that familiar will descended once more.

"You've won." Will's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping. "Those twenty pseudo-eternals are yours, but I have conditions."

Su Jie's lips curled up slightly upon hearing this. "Speak."

"You must swear an oath with your Dao heart that after devouring those twenty pseudo-eternals, you must do everything in your power to kill the intruder of that eternal being."

Even if we can't kill it, we must at least severely injure it, so that it can never heal its wounds again and never again covet this universe.

Without hesitation, Su Jie raised his right hand, his five fingers pointing to the sky.

"I, Su Jie, swear by my Dao Heart that after devouring those twenty pseudo-Eternals, I will do everything in my power to help you kill that invading Eternal. If I break this oath, may my Dao Heart shatter and I be forever condemned to eternal damnation."

Deep within the Dao heart, an invisible mark emerges—the imprint of a vow, etched into the very essence of the soul, indelible and unchangeable.

The will of the Tianyuan Universe sensed the brand, and the invisible weight relaxed slightly. "When will you make your move?"

"Now then." Su Jie stood up and stretched his limbs. "My hands are itching to get this done!"

"Do I need to expend energy to teleport you to those eternal places of suppression?" the will asked.

"With your current strength, you'd definitely be killed instantly by that Eternal One if you went out. Although your primordial spirit level is high enough, your cultivation realm is still a bit lacking."

"No need," Su Jie shook his head. "I have my own way."

He closed his eyes, and the power of the void of fate spread silently.

Voidwalker, activate.

His form, starting from his feet, inch by inch, vanished into nothingness.

There was no breath, no fluctuation, no cause and effect; it was as if it had never existed.

"Make an opening," Su Jie said. "Send me out."

The cosmic barrier silently cracked open, allowing only one person to pass through.

Su Jie took a step forward and disappeared into the gray-white chaotic airflow.

Beyond the Origin Sea lies the boundary of the Chaos Sea.

The mangled body still hovered in the void, half a head, half a neck, a collapsed chest cavity, and ribs piercing the skin.

His single eye was half-closed, and the direction of the Tianyuan Universe was reflected in his dark golden vertical pupil.

Unbeknownst to Him, a phantom figure was passing by Him from a distance of less than a hundred million miles.

Su Jie could even see every fine crack on His half of His head, and he could see the slowly beating, gray-black thing in His chest cavity that looked like a rotting heart.

You could even smell the putrid, nauseating odor emanating from His remains.

But the eternal one was completely unaware.

Because in His perception, Su Jie does not exist.

The Void Walker is not subject to fate, cause and effect, or any perception.

Of course, it was also because he was too badly injured; otherwise, with his six-wheeled eternal realm, he would definitely have been able to sense the abnormality around him.

Su Jie did not linger; his target was the place where the thirty-five pseudo-eternals were suppressed, behind that eternal being, in the void where His eternal power had imprisoned him for over a hundred epochs.

Su Jie floated to the edge of that void and stopped.

Thirty-five figures floated silently in a gray-black light screen.

Their eyes had become dim and lifeless, their essence had been largely consumed, and their consciousness oscillated between slumber and wakefulness.

They were suppressed for over a hundred epochs, living a life worse than death.

But they are still alive, because each of their figures is covered by a thin, transparent membrane, like a cicada's wing.

That is the original power of the will of the Tianyuan Universe.

It is He who has protected them for over a hundred epochs without interruption.

Without this membrane, these pseudo-eternities would have been instantly annihilated by that terrifying suppressive force.

Su Jie stood at the edge of that void, looking at the thirty-five figures, and remained silent for a moment.

"They are indeed a burden," he thought to himself.

This is not sarcasm, it's the truth.

The will of the Tianyuan Universe consumed too much of its primordial power in order to protect them.

If these primal forces were used elsewhere, in the fight against that eternal being, perhaps the course of the battle would have been different.

Su Jie didn't dwell on it for long. He pulled himself back to the source of his thoughts and connected with the will of the Tianyuan Universe in his consciousness.

"I've arrived, let's begin."

"I see them." Will's voice was hoarse. "I've marked those twenty who lost their offspring."

Su Jie's ninth-level primordial spirit silently spread out and quickly locked onto the twenty figures.

"Confirmed," Su Jie said. "Remove the protection from them."

The will of the Tianyuan Universe did not respond immediately.

Su Jie did not urge Him, knowing that it would be difficult for Him.

Those were His children, children whom He had protected for over a hundred epochs, and now He was going to personally remove His protection and send them to their deaths.

After a long while, the voice of will rang out again, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"...They've withdrawn."

In that instant, the transparent membranes covering the twenty figures shattered simultaneously, and the suppressing force descended instantly.

That eternal suppressive power was like an invisible mountain, crushing down from every corner of that void.

Before the twenty figures could even fully awaken, they were crushed into dust, starting from their heads and inch by inch, by that force.

The eternal fire was fading, the flesh was turning to ashes, and there wasn't even a scream.

Without hesitation, Su Jie unleashed an invisible devouring force from his body, like a hungry beast pouncing on the dissipating source.