In the split of a second, the Celestial Sky's dawn turned into a starry painting with billions of mesmerizing meteors shooting toward a single adversary. In those meteors, the acme of Truth, Fate and Sun Laws rippled. Each was more than enough to obliterate the Three Realms, but when all joined for a single target, even non-Transcendent early-stage Primordial Gods would fear for their lives.
Konrad didn't.
His eyes never swept those meteors, ignoring them entirely as he pondered Sakra's identity. The armada of meteors approached ever closer, but in contrast, Konrad's lips curled into a smile.
"Send me into reincarnation? How conceited.
But to say nothing of you, even if the old fogey returned to life, he could only grovel."