Hun Xiu had vanished—vanished completely. There was no trace of him anywhere in this void. Logically speaking, Zhou Yuan should have been happy about Hun Xiu's disappearance.
But that was not the case. Zhou Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, his expression grim to the extreme. This was the first time in tens of thousands of years that Zhou Yuan had been so serious.
The last time he had been this serious was when he dealt with the first-generation Saint God. At the time, the lives of all beings across the heavens of the Heaven Origin World rested upon his shoulders, and he had no choice but to take it seriously.
Things were different now. After tens of thousands of years of improvement, his strength had long reached a terrifying level. The first-generation Saint God, the second-generation Heavenly Evil God, and even Hun Xiu, who should never have appeared in the first place, were all like ants before him.
They were beings he could destroy with a flick of his hand.
In Zhou Yuan's view, once Hun Xiu was eliminated, everything should return to its origin. Yet now, nothing had changed.
Hun Xiu had been utterly erased beneath his single finger. Hun Xiu was completely dead. By all reason, everything should have returned to its origin.
Yet nothing had changed before his eyes. This could only mean one thing: Hun Xiu had not died at all.
Before Zhou Yuan's true body, Hun Xiu's strength was as insignificant as an ant's. How could he possibly have escaped?
Zhou Yuan hurriedly began divining Hun Xiu's whereabouts, but... there was only emptiness. Chaos. If he had once been able to find Hun Xiu's location, then now he could not find a single trace of him.
Hun Xiu had escaped from his hands. Not only that,