Nebula Evolution
The ancient god cultivator's burning focus lasered solely onto Lin Xiang now. Flummoxed by this enigmatic young immortal whose unfathomable presence eluded all sense, the progenitor tensed against the indefinable threat.
Of this stellar coterie, only Lin Xiang defied the ancestor's godly dominion over the Dao's elemental strata, as if his own Dao radiance equaled the primal grandeur fueling these cosmic laws.
The words etched from the Grand God's mouth brokered no refusal. "Who...are you? Some upstart whelp from that renegade force?"
He referred, of course, to those rogue cultivators whose cataclysmic ambitions to unmake the heavens themselves Lin Xiang had so recently crushed into cosmic detritus.
Rather than answering, Lin Xiang's full lips curved in a simmering smile thinner than a blade's edge.
One hand flashed out; searing palm engulfed in a dazzling burst of scintillant light.