Heavenly Lord Battlefield, red grand hall.
Liu Yun ignored the rules and appeared here.
The hall was still the same hall. Above the platform sat the spectral projection of his former Master's divided soul consciousness.
However, this consciousness was vastly different from when Liu Yun had participated in the Heavenly Lord War before.
Its entire body was shrouded in an aura of bloody slaughter, like a puppet machine.
As though it had been given a preset program, everything operated according to established rules.
It turned a blind eye to Liu Yun's sudden appearance.
Liu Yun frowned slightly as he landed in the center of the hall, his gaze fixed on the divided soul consciousness projection seated atop the platform.
Only when Heng Xuan, wrapped in Golden Light, arrived did the consciousness projection open its eyes. It rose from the platform and landed before the cross-legged, eyes-closed Heng Xuan.
Liu Yun made no move. He wanted to see exactly what this consciousness projection intended to do.
The consciousness projection waved its hand, dispersing the Golden Light around Heng Xuan, then shouted, "Wake up!"
Heng Xuan slowly opened her eyes.
"Where is this?" Her gaze swept over the surroundings as she frowned in confusion.
Strangely, although Liu Yun stood right in front of her, she could not see him.
Liu Yun's brows remained slightly furrowed, but he still did nothing.
The consciousness projection spoke again. "This is the hall governing the Heavenly Lord Battlefield."
"Heavenly Lord Battlefield?" Heng Xuan suddenly recalled that she had cultivated in meditation for a long time, and it was now time for the Heavenly Lord Battlefield to open.
Composing herself, she bowed respectfully to the consciousness projection before her. "Greetings, Senior!"
The consciousness projection nodded, then addressed her with a stern expression and an imperious tone:
"You