A distance of one hundred thousand miles, within the viscous Ocean of Light that was the star's core, was both a world away and right at hand.
Qin Feng and Caesar stared at each other from a great distance.
Their gazes pierced through the boiling Blazing Flame and distorted fields, clashing in the void like two peerless, invisible Divine Weapons in a silent, billion-fold exchange.
Under Caesar's gaze, which was so calm it bordered on indifference, Qin Feng's mind entered a state of absolute, cold analysis.
He swiftly and precisely assessed every facet of his strength, every trump card he held.
'I cultivate the Canaan Scripture, using it as the foundation to construct my Immortal Tower. My body is like that tower—indestructible and incredibly strong. In terms of endurance, speed, and power, I have no weaknesses.'
'My Mental Power, after decades of arduous cultivation, is equally formidable.'
