His dim yellow eyes contracted slightly, then, as the surroundings abruptly darkened, his shrunken pupils slowly dilated again.
A gloomy sky. A bleeding Black Sun hung high beneath a dome of despair. Mountains and rivers lay shattered, a scene of the apocalypse.
For the current Xiao Se, this alone naturally could not frighten him.
But even though the place had completely changed appearance, Xiao Se still relied on the many features of this land to tell exactly where he was.
It seemed to be the world Father and the others had once said they lived in, called the Dou Qi Continent.
That place had once suffered an invasion from the Evil Clans roughly fifty thousand years ago. After the king of the Spirit Devouring Clan was killed, they lay dormant for ten thousand years, then made a comeback in the era when Father and Mother rose to power, but in the end, they were still defeated by their hands—
Xiao Se frowned. Precisely because this was a past that had no direct relation to him, yet was connected to him by countless threads, it instead made him care all the more.
Father and Mother had once encountered a heart-demon illusion in the ruins of the Sumeru Realm. In other words—
Not far away came a wail that tore through the earth.
Two enormous figures collapsed with a thunderous crash, turning into streams of disintegrating fire, like the blood of giants, pouring into the cracked wounds of the earth. Great flames rose in a continuous line, constantly burning away the filthy Demonic Qi mixed within.
And before the two enormous figures that had crashed down, a ten-thousand-zhang Demonic Shadow also began to fail under the weight of its own burden, like steel reaching its melting point, and collapsed with a boom.