Axiu had been dead for many years. Reviving her was not something that could be done overnight. It would be a long process, but they had already waited tens of thousands of years.
Wutian did not mind waiting a while longer.
Wutian gave the Black Lotus to Hun Xiu. Even though he knew Hun Xiu had no use for it, Wutian still insisted on giving him the Black Lotus.
Unable to refuse, Hun Xiu accepted the Black Lotus.
Hun Xiu left that world and stood in the void of Chaos, gazing at the tiny world not far away—the world he had just left.
Journey to the West Sequel.
A scroll appeared out of thin air in Hun Xiu's hand. With a sweep of his hand, the scroll fully unfurled, revealing a completely blank surface.
There was nothing on it.
Several black holes emerged across the blank scroll. They were exceedingly strange and contained an incomparably terrifying devouring force.
That devouring force enveloped the tiny world.
In the end, it sucked that world into the scroll. The scroll closed, and four words appeared on its surface: "Journey to the West Sequel."
The scroll landed in Hun Xiu's hand.
Hun Xiu gave a wicked smile.
The scroll vanished from his hand.
Hun Xiu's figure also disappeared from the empty Chaos.
Hun Xiu appeared in a land of yellow sand. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but sand, stretching endlessly beyond sight. Occasional storms swept through, filling the sky with sand.
"Where is this?"
Hun Xiu looked around and murmured. Divine sense spread from his body, covering the entire world in a single thought.
Very quickly.
Hun Xiu learned what world he had arrived in.
"A Chinese Odyssey?"
Hun Xiu murmured.
His figure flickered.
He vanished from where he