Selling Beef Offal in a Fantasy World, the Empress Begs Me to Be Her Sugar Baby

In the starry expanse beyond the realms, two mysterious figures fight to the death.

"Di Que, you have lost."

The white-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, bathed in boundless divine light.

He seemed unharmed, but in truth he had also suffered grievous injuries that were difficult to heal.

"Hmph, are you any better off? My immortal blade struck you. Even a powerful primordial spirit would be destroyed."

"I know your tricks. In a thousand years or so, we'll settle this once and for all!"

A cold divine sense spoke again, carrying the other man's unwillingness to yield.

His body had been blasted to pieces, and even his primordial spirit was shattered.

At the moment of his passing, the broken immortal blade turned into countless streaks of light that scattered in every direction,

like shooting stars falling across the universe.

"Sigh, even at our level, we still can't comprehend reincarnation?"

"Farewell forever..."

The white-haired man shook his head slightly and turned away with a helpless sigh.

From then on, he vanished without a trace.

Some say they once saw him on an ancient planet, selling beef offal at a roadside stall, sporting a trendy hairstyle and wearing bizarre clothes...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.