Somewhere in the space,
A phantom suddenly opened his eyes with bloodshot colour in his eyes.
He took out a brush with a wave of his hand and looked at the brush.
The brush was slowly becoming transparent.
The phantom was shocked. Then he was enraged and shouted,
"Who dares to do this? Who has the guts to refine my treasure?"
The phantom looked at the disappearing brush and then he muttered to himself,
"In this universe, there are very few who can pose a threat to my treasure and I have even erased the entire clan who has the ability.
I even clashed the two galaxies with each other for this matter and changed their rules.
Even their last descendants are removed by me. So, who can it be?
It seems that I have to confirm that matter again."
Saying this, he lit the incense stick near him.
After it lit, a voice sounded,
"I pay respects to the Master."
The phantom asked in a cold voice,
"Did you really finish the work that I assigned to you years ago?"
