Elsewhere, the black hole formed by the Demon Ancestor's divided soul twisted and expanded, contracting and swelling several times before it could no longer sustain itself. With a thunderous boom, it exploded, stirring endless waves within Sikong Xuan's Niwan World. Even the surroundings rippled with patterns like shattered mirrors.
At the summit of Divine Sword Peak, Xiang Yang's body suddenly trembled as his primordial spirit returned to its place. Across from him, Sikong Xuan's flesh also bloomed with radiance. Before long, his former face—half young, half aged—vanished, replaced by that of a middle-aged man under forty. He was handsome and refined, with sword-like brows reaching his temples and extraordinary bearing.
"Xiang Yang, now that this half of the Demon Ancestor's divided soul has been destroyed, the other half occupying the Founding Emperor's body will likely make a move. What do you intend to do?"
Although the Demon Ancestor's divided soul had dealt severe damage to Sikong Xuan's Niwan World when it vanished, a Three Gates expert drew upon the power of heaven and earth, recovering with astonishing speed. In a short time, Sikong Xuan was already unharmed, his condition even better than before.
"That depends on what he does next. What do you intend, Senior?"
Whether that man was the Demon Ancestor or Great Zhou's Founding Emperor, Xiang Yang did not care much. In any case, they had never seen eye to eye. Sooner or later, they would have to fight a real battle. Compared to him, Sikong Xuan understood the other party better and might have some useful advice.
"The Demon Ancestor is a man of great ambition. To him, all living things under heaven are merely piles of dead flesh and numbers. To the two of us, he is an ever-present crisis that may erupt at any moment.