In the dark, deathly silent reaches of outer space, more than a hundred million kilometers from blue Earth.
The starry sky, which should have been dim, now flashed with streams of flame, scattered points of light, and the savage trajectory unleashed by a single punch from Miles Ning—like a colossal bridge spanning a thousand surging waves, stretching across the ends of the cosmos.
"Miles Ning?"
"Why are you looking at me?"
Patriarch Leon Ashburn, his hair white as snow, met Miles Ning’s indifferent gaze and felt as if his mind was collapsing with a thunderous roar. His soul trembled, cold seeped into his heart, and he was on the verge of breaking down or going mad.
So many Stellar Palace-tier cultivators had died.
Elder Snow had also died right before his eyes.
As the patriarch of the Pink-Skin Humans, Leon Ashburn knew clearly in his heart—he too was about to die.
"We were wrong. We were all wrong!"
"You’re not just Stellar Palace-tier—you’ve already reached Void Rift Tier!" The hysterical voice, mixed in the surging waves of energy, spread madly outward. It was Leon Ashburn’s anguished cry.
Across the vast Milky Way, even Void Rift-tier beings are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns!
Yet an ordinary life planet has actually produced a Void Rift-tier existence!
Hearing Leon Ashburn’s voice, the remaining fifty-plus Pink-Skin Stellar Palace-tier cultivators turned pale, gripped by uncontrollable terror and shock, as if an avalanche was burying their hearts.
Silence.
Unparalleled silence.
Around them, streams of flame flickered, and a brutal, spreading aura filled the void.
With a bitter smile, Leon Ashburn staggered back two steps, his unsteady movements reflecting his chaotic state of mind: "Miles Ning, you truly are extraordinary. But to this day, none of us can understand—how could your initial celestial body be a star? How did you manage it?"
"Your Earth doesn’t have any spacecraft capable of approaching a star!"
"Even Andrew Han at Starlight Tier can’t get close to a real star!"
The question Leon Ashburn roared out was also the greatest confusion for all the Pink-Skin Humans: when the Star-Sky Humans begin cultivating the Sealed Celestial Path, they usually select a planet as their initial celestial body.
Once the enshrinement is complete, one leaps straight to peak Starlight Tier!
That’s already terrifying enough—let alone what Miles Ning has become now.
"You want to know?"
Miles Ning raised his head and gave a cold smile: "But I don’t want to tell you."
With that, he stepped forward and threw a punch.
His wrinkled old face was shrouded in torrents of flame, as if he were a primordial giant emerging from the depths of a star. In an instant, the flames roared and surged, their unparalleled ferocity painting the scene, and as he clenched his fist, a million flame dragons of eternal cycle erupted into being!
Between the stars, only the long and dazzling trail of flame remained.
Even a real meteor shower could not match the power of this punch: it burned cosmic dust, scorched the light of the stars, and made the heavens collapse and the earth shatter—sound and thought alike lost all meaning.
"No!"
Leon Ashburn’s pupils dilated.
He roared, he turned and fled—he truly did not want to die.
But Miles Ning, wreathed in torrents of flame, crossed ten thousand meters in half a step, descending behind Leon Ashburn. The stellar flames, like burning clouds covering the sky, unleashed a savage roar that shattered everything in their path!
How long had he been erased from the world?
How long had he been lonely?
How long had he been a mere bystander?
Now, the eruption of his ferocity was all the more terrifying!
Twenty-six years of desolation—for every moment of it, Miles Ning struggled in the agony of life and death, tormented by regret and madness. Pain tempered his heart, and these experiences forged the precious foundation for him to begin the Sealed Celestial Path.
But in truth, even Miles Ning himself was shocked.
The world never revolves around a single person—Miles Ning knew this well, and understood the true reason he became a Sealed Celestial. All his past efforts were only for peace of mind, only for safety, yet now they had yielded an unimaginable reward!
"Die."
Miles Ning’s cold eyes burned with flame.
It was as if the light and heat of a star roared within them, as if a savage beast had broken its chains, as if the abyss of death stared at every person present.
Boundless torrents of flame surged, forming a tidal wave of light and heat so fast that even omnipresent radiance twisted, and the Pink-Skin Humans’ howls evaporated—beneath the sky, it was as if a silent pantomime played out.
In utter stillness, savage power erupted!
Miles Ning was unlike Andrew Han—this was true savagery, lawless and unrestrained, a being who dared slaughter billions with bare hands!
Half a second later.
The torrents of flame swept to Leon Ashburn’s back.
The current patriarch of the Pink-Skin Humans, like a lone life drowning in a sea of fire, fled desperately—but he could never escape the spreading inferno. The waves of flame roared behind him, surging across the stars.
He was like a lone boat ahead, with a tsunami of unimaginable power rising behind.
The torrents of flame surged forward madly.
Leon Ashburn moved his feet, step by step.
In an instant, the chilling, annihilating power arrived, covering Leon Ashburn and enveloping the surrounding Pink-Skin Humans. The mighty light and heat erupted, the original stellar power bloomed, and one after another, the Pink-Skin Stellar Palace-tier experts fell!
"No."
Leon Ashburn gazed toward the distant stars.
Darkness, vastness, depth—this starry sky held infinite splendor, waiting for him to explore, waiting for him to achieve greatness. How could he die on such a remote planet as Earth?
Yet...
Blinding torrents of flame swept past him, surging forward!
The starry sky, always visible, became a world of blinding white. He tried to look, but could not—his vision faded into darkness, and Leon Ashburn felt a trace of regret.
“We Pink-Skin Humans!”
Leon Ashburn screamed three times, as if in mourning. Then his body disintegrated, fragment by fragment, his life snuffed out by the power of the star.