Evan Chu awoke from his nightmare, having drifted aimlessly for ten years in that unknown, boundless, utterly dark world—a stretch that felt even longer in his own sense of time.
But when Evan Chu finally regained clarity, he discovered something even more terrifying—he had lost all his power!
It wasn’t just blocked meridians or sealed senses—his entire body was empty, plunged into a state of pure nothingness.
That feeling was like being a billionaire who suddenly, overnight, became a penniless beggar—and with countless others eyeing him like hungry wolves.
To think that the Holy Emperor Sovereign Lord of the Frostbane Dynasty was now a powerless cripple? In this moment, not to mention anyone in the Star‑River Dominion—even an ordinary wild beast would be a massive threat to Evan Chu!
In a world where the fist is law and only the strong are respected, what does it mean to have no strength? Death! Evan Chu understood this truth a long time ago.
That’s why he always fought to climb higher—from just wanting to shed the label of ‘waste’ at first, to finally setting his sights on far greater goals.
But now, everything had happened far too suddenly—Evan Chu had lost all his power!
Why? Evan Chu couldn’t accept any of this, and he didn’t even dare to think about what came next.
Everyone in the audience hall was already an expert of astonishing cultivation—even Desmond Mansfield had stepped into the Holy Emperor Realm, reaching its early-stage peak.