"Phew...!"
Xiao Heng let out a soft breath as he gazed at the two figures standing in the sky, unable to suppress a sigh. In this grand drama, he was ultimately only a supporting character. At a time like this, the protagonist still had to step in and save the day. From here on, there probably would not be much for him to do. But there was no need to rush. His own moment in the spotlight would come as well.
For now, he would quietly remain a spectator. Being able to witness this grand spectacle was already a stroke of luck.
Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame stared at Xiao Yan. Though it was not his original appearance, in Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's eyes, Xiao Yan looked exactly like that person. That familiar aura was something he would never forget.
He had once remained by that man's side for a thousand years, yet in the end, he had turned on him. When that man's final days arrived, he had chosen to seal him away. That seal had lasted for thousands of years.
Throughout those thousands of years, every moment, he had wanted to escape this detestable cage. Yet no matter what he did, he always failed. Until, by borrowing the power of the heavenly tide and accumulating strength for a thousand years, he had finally broken free. Yet this great array could actually repair itself.
In the years that followed, he had painstakingly studied the array and amassed power. Now, he had finally seen hope of regaining his freedom—yet that person had appeared before him once again.
"Netherworld Lotus Saint...!"
"How is that possible? How can you still be alive? How can you be alive? You should not be alive...!"
Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame fixed his gaze on Xiao Yan,