Chapter 873: Karma Settled, Grudges Ended

The cosmos had become a canvas of annihilation. Abbott Ye, holding the Forge of Ten Thousand Methods, was a maelstrom of golden light at the center of it all. The furnace in his palm pulsed with the collective will of a universe, each throb a deafening war drum that shook the heavens. He moved like a phantom, the laws that once bound him now serving as stepping stones under his feet. "Insolent ant!" the avatar of the Thunder Emperor roared, its voice a cascade of lightning. A spear formed of...