"An Eighth-Floor Heavenly Genesis Rebirth Cultivator…" Her words were somewhat quiet as if contemplating the nature of this. In truth, Yan Zaizen's law and cultivation base made him one of the most talented people in the Fortune Cemetery. After all, the difficulty to comprehend an Imperial Law was millions of times harder than a World Law.

This was why the majority of Heavenly G.o.ds, those who could take control of one of the Thirty-Three Heavens, cultivated them. It was this very reason why Ezekiel's Father and the Heavenly G.o.d that took his place was capable of becoming the top figures amidst literally countless cultivators.

"I wish to extend an invitation on behalf of the Ouroboros Empire!" The woman spoke proudly, as if expecting Yan Zaizen to feel shaken by her words.

However, Yan Zaizen and Yri only looked at her with ignorance. In fact, Yri coldly snorted in cold contempt.

"You!" The woman flared, her bosom looked like dual moons shrinking and expanding. Yan Zaizen sighed. He pretty much already put together the pieces. Someone on the s.h.i.+p noticed him heal Yri with the Law of Rebirth and sent this woman as an envoy to invite them aboard, likely for some task or recruitment.

Unfortunately for them, he wasn't the type to join others without good reason nor did he have the time to do so. While he may be curious, his mind and thoughts were on finding the compa.s.s and then going to h.e.l.l to unleash h.e.l.l.

For now, he didn't want to involve himself in any time-wasting engagements. If possible, he would've loved not to have met Yri either. She was a headache already.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Calmly rejecting, he didn't wait before he circulated his heavenly might before stepping forward. However, before he could truly depart, a figure appeared before him - it was a man.

When this man appeared, Yan Zaizen's eyes turned into a needlepoint. Yri's expression s.h.i.+fted as well, her eyes containing a ray of obsession that revealed undisguised hatred. This was the man who had injured her!

Yan Zaizen quickly regained his calm. He looked at this man closely. His handsome face and grand disposition left him with nothing but praise. The man wasn't a real person, but a projection formed by manipulating the heavens. It could be called a Heavenly Remnant.

It was constructed from the law of heaven. If it was before, Yan Zaizen wouldn't have noticed it, but he had comprehended the Law of Heaven to a certain extent, how could he not? This law was the core law of the universe.

'This must be an ability of a Heavenly Creation expert, quite similar to Astral Projection and Time Remnants. Using a trace of your will and cultivation to create a form of heaven, interesting.'

As he a.n.a.lyzed the man before him, he couldn't help but praise his cultivation base. He truly was at least at the Third Phase of the Heavenly Creation Realm. While his own cultivation base was lacking, his comprehension of the foundational functions of the myriad laws of heaven couldn't be underestimated.

However, when it came to advanced applications of the laws, he was definitely behind those who've lived for millions of years.

"Three thousand years," the man spoke calmly but a profound power was within his speech that made it seem to be irrefutable. Yan Zaizen understood his intent, but calmly shook his head in reply. To him, he didn't wish to surrender to anyone or anything, be it one day or three thousand years.

"..." There was a long silence after his refusal. Yri and the woman had different expressions on their faces as they watched the two men stare at each other. One was blazing hatred and the other was loving affection.

Shockingly, Yri and the woman's expressions were not what one would expect. The one with blazing hatred was the azure clothed woman and Yri had loving affection. This affection…

Yan Zaizen felt a s.h.i.+ver at the back of his spine suddenly.

"One move," the man suddenly spoke.

Sighing inwardly, Yan Zaizen nodded. In the world of cultivators, strength still reigned supreme. It seemed this man required him for something and for three thousand years at that. Therefore, he was seeking to subjugate Yan Zaizen with an awe-inspiring display of strength.

With a breath, Yan Zaizen's eyes glimmered with a glow. His body emanated a powerful surge of heavenly might as his posture became upright and forceful. The man, who was only a Heavenly Remnant, pointed his finger at Yan Zaizen's chest.

They were no more than a few meters apart. The finger was so close that a small push and it'd touch his robe. That finger s.h.i.+ned with an odd color. It wasn't something Yan Zaizen could clearly define. It was like pink and green became one and had a child, and then cyan had a child with that child to produce this color. It was bright and lively but incredibly gaze-s.n.a.t.c.hing.

Knowing that this energy didn't derive its origins from any of the Heavenly Laws known, he speculated it belonged to the Origin Law birthed by this expert. This law seemed to be capable of existing within this heaven as an independent ent.i.ty. It was truly awe-inspiring.

However, to Yan Zaizen, this finger was like the deliverance of ruin and disaster. He didn't move in response to this finger. Instead, he closed his eyes in response.

The world, heaven and earth, the earths and the skies above and below, seemed to all vanish as only that finger and Yan Zaizen existed in this world.

Then, a light was born.

It emanated life.

It siphoned death.

It was endless and immortal.

Physicality! As long as it is physical, it is governed by these rules! If it lives, it must die, and if it must die, then it shall be birthed anew!

His eyes opened and the heaven and earth seemed to be subjected to his will. He recalled Yri's earlier words: "Where time exists, so do I!" These profound words contained the quintessence of laws and its ultimate expression of form and application.

As long as life exists, so shall I!

As long as death looms, so shall I!

As long as heaven abides by these laws, so shall you!!

"Fall."

A single word. It was calm and unaffected by the finger of absolute ruin making its way to devastate his entirety.

He opened his eyes. They were no longer amber-gold but contained a white flame in his right eye, a black orb in his left eye, and at his glabella was a flickering glimmer of light.

"Fall!" The finger touched his chest and those words were shouted, as if all those in heaven and earth had to listen.

The man's expression changed drastically. A black shadow seemed to be birthed at his fingertip. He seemed to want to say something, but like a paper covered in oil dropped into fire, he combusted instantly into a shadowy aura of death.

"Rise."

The shadowy aura of death combusted as quickly as it was born into a white flame.

Shaking his head, he grabbed the flame and absorbed it. Without thinking twice, he turned to Yri, "lets go."