Pangu Hall, chairman's office.
Xuanzheng had his legs propped up on a desk crafted from an entire Star Core, idly playing with the Scale of Karma in his hand.
[That idiot Di Jun took my Angel Investment, and his sword-forging efficiency really hasn't disappointed me.]
[I just wonder whether his expression will be entertaining once he realizes that the blade he forged through 996 overtime is meant to stab him. Heh heh heh...]
He was relishing the thrill of manipulating everything from behind the scenes.
Suddenly, a wisp of black mist seeped out from underground without warning, like a living venomous snake coiling around his ankle!
It was not energy, nor was it a law. It was resentment! A curse!
The ultimate malice left behind when countless living beings were sacrificed!
For the first time, Xuanzheng's smile froze.
He abruptly sat upright and looked down.
It was the resentful power of the Witch Slaying Sword!
[How is that possible?!]
[The sword hasn't even taken shape yet. How could its resentful power cross time and space and seep into the core of Buzhou Mountain?!]
Before the thought had even faded, the Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual at his side erupted with a blood-red glow as shrill as a scream!
It gave him no time to react at all. The [Script Mirror] within the manual activated by force!
An irresistible and terrifying power viciously dragged his soul into a blood-red future!
The heavens had shattered, and the earth wept blood.
Nine of the twelve Capital Gods and Fiends banners had already broken. The Pangu's True Body they had summoned now resembled a puppet that had been played to ruin, its body covered in savage cracks where black resentment wriggled like maggots.
"Roar!!!"
Pangu's True Body let out an unwilling roar, and