Upon the earth of the Investiture of the Gods World.
Beneath the endless wilderness.
A speck of black, as fine as a dust mote.
This was an extremely inconspicuous speck of black, which, to ordinary eyes, looked just like a grain of sand.
Yet if that grit were in the palm of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal-level immortal who observed it carefully, they would surely be able to discern its extraordinary nature.
Atop the grit, threads of spatial laws were interwoven.
This was a grain of grit possessing the capacity of Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed.
That very grain of grit was the Nameless Grotto where Wang Ming's primary consciousness was hidden.
Ji Fa is actually dead, Wang Ming muttered expressionlessly.
In order to become a demon, Nether River Patriarch had gone completely mad; he now decided to sacrifice a vast number of living beings to transform into the energy that would allow him to become a demon.
When opposing the Three Pure Ones and the Three Sovereigns, Nether River had used a massive number of human beings as substitutes for death.
Ji Fa happened to be among them.
At this moment, the entirety of Xi Qi had been transformed into a dead zone.
Wang Ming leaned backward, resting against the back of his throne, his arms relaxed upon the armrests, one hand bent to support his head. Ji Fa is dead, and the trouble isn't small at all!
Ji Fa and Ji Chang had used the Classic of Changes to dangle Wang Ming, truly disgusting him. Yet Wang Ming genuinely had no intention of making a move against Ji Fa at this moment.
The Shang-Zhou struggle of the Investiture War.
Wang Ming lacked absolute certainty of victory, but taking Ji Fa's life required not the slightest bit of