Taking the fragment Long Xiaoyao handed over with difficulty, Huo Yuhao felt an unimaginably powerful force churning within it the moment it touched his hand.
"Ah..."
Long Xiaoyao had clearly noticed the reaction the fragment produced in Huo Yuhao's hand and could not help letting out a long sigh.
"Hard, hard, hard. Fate is most mysterious. Without meeting the destined one, things hide themselves away. Eyes strain until they run dry."
Huo Yuhao could not help laughing at that. It had to be said, Long Xiaoyao's words truly carried a philosophy that saw through life.
Before Huo Yuhao could do anything else, the black fragment began giving off waves of dark light, enveloping him completely.
Huo Yuhao felt no discomfort. Instead, he felt refreshed and clear-headed, while streams of gray airflow flowed uncontrollably out of his body.
"This is..."
Huo Yuhao was surprised, and Long Xiaoyao was even more stunned.
"Divine Slaughter's Domain?"
Long Xiaoyao cried out. He had only ever seen Divine Slaughter's Domain on Huo Yuhao once—when Huo Yuhao had molded a Three Soul Cores Bomb by hand and nearly blown him to death.
At the time, he had been shocked that the Divine Slaughter's Domain, which had vanished for ten thousand years, had appeared on Huo Yuhao.
But he had never expected that the fragment in his possession would also require Divine Slaughter's Domain to trigger its mysteries.
The gray Divine Slaughter's Domain was like liquid mercury, trailing out thread after thread as it flowed down from Huo Yuhao's body to the ground, forming rings of mysterious gray Runes.
Before Long Xiaoyao could marvel at the wonders of fate, the Divine Slaughter's Domain formed from killing intent around Huo Yuhao rapidly gathered toward his palm.
This killing intent was like a ball of sentient clay. It melded