Throughout the Primordial World, Incense Fire surged like a tide. Every faction had its own schemes, and undercurrents had long been raging.
Primordial Beginning Heavenly King and the Three Pure Ones were also laying plans in secret, hunting people down.
The Three Pure Ones guarded the borders of the Three Realms, while Primordial Beginning Heavenly King roamed the void. Everywhere his gaze fell, even the Deep Guixu was locked down by his aura.
At this moment, in some secluded place within the Three Realms, an incomparably aggrieved consciousness spun madly in the shadows.
Yang Mei curled up in the darkness, nearly withering into a limp willow branch. He wanted to cry, but no tears came.
They shouldn't be looking for me, right...
His life was too hard.
He had finally seized the chance while the Heavenly Emperor was away from the Prehistoric Universe, secretly intending to make some small moves, grab a few benefits, and replenish himself.
Who would have thought that another tyrant who utterly refused to be reasonable would show up?
Yang Mei wailed frantically in his heart:
"Primordial Beginning Heavenly King! I'm one of the first old friends you met in the Prehistoric Universe. Can't you just let me go?!"
"There are so many Chaos Demon Gods still asleep in Return to Ruins, so many unruly sources of chaos returning amid the turmoil. Why aren't you suppressing or purging them? Why are you relentlessly chasing one honest Demon God like me?!"
He merely wanted to steal a few benefits. Why was it so difficult?
The Heavenly Emperor's merciless might watched him from ahead, while the ancient ruthless figure that was Primordial Beginning Heavenly King pursued him from behind.
He did not care that the Incense Fire Great Dao had become a complete mess, nor did he concern