A true eruption always came without a sound.
Amid everyone's bewildered expressions.
A head shot into the sky from the forest, then landed atop the mutilated body.
Its eyes were tightly shut. The instant it landed, they opened. At first, its gaze was somewhat vacant, but in the blink of an eye, its divine light returned, becoming sharp once more.
"Welcome back, my king!"
Great Emperor Qinghua and Great Emperor Gouchen bowed at the same time and spoke to him.
Within the Heavenly Court, the Great Emperor of the North Pole shot into the sky and arrived at his side almost instantly, bowing as well.
Wang Ye's gaze merely swept over the three of them. He looked down at his own body, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Heh."
"Interesting."
With a faint smile, he spoke. The next second, every injury on Wang Ye's body healed completely, including the poison in his leg and the writing on his arm.
As though he had merely done something utterly insignificant.
Wang Ye turned and looked toward Shangjing City. "Li Changgeng, come out."
As his voice fell, Li Changgeng flew into the sky above Shangjing City and calmly looked at Wang Ye. "I'm here."
"Will you surrender, or die?"
Wang Ye did not ask why he had betrayed him. His eyes held a genuine indifference toward everything in the world.
Even Zhao Hai was no different from an ant in his eyes.
"I choose death."
Zhao Hai spoke softly.
Wang Ye said nothing more. He merely glanced at the projection of Leiyin Temple. "Awaken. This world has become much more interesting."
As his voice fell.
Peals of bells rang out from Spirit Mountain, their sound shaking the heavens and reverberating endlessly through the Wasteland.
At that moment, Leiyin Temple began to shrink continuously, eventually forming