"Of course, all that was in the past."
Bai Zhu smiled.
As he spoke of this painful past he had been unwilling to mention, there was still a faint sorrow in his voice, but he no longer grieved for himself.
He had lived under an assumed name for twenty years.
If Zhou Jiren had not appeared during his darkest hour, perhaps he would still be in that underground tavern, far from the turmoil and clamor of the world. As for the Fighting Fire Seed, it would have had nothing to do with him for the rest of his life.
Some things could only be picked up after being let go.
"Is hope the most useless thing?"
He looked at Gu Shen. There was no need for an answer now; he already had one.
Bai Zhu raised a hand and beckoned toward the sky above the wilderness. A crack was torn open in the sky above the Divine Domain, and a pitch-black Fire Seed slowly emerged from the rift, pulsing like a vertical pupil and constantly radiating a dark, ominous aura.
The inner tomb of Clear Tomb Cemetery was changing with the wind and clouds.
With the appearance of that vertical pupil, the golden divine radiance over the entire cemetery was stained with a faint layer of black.
The Transcendents walking through the Outer Tomb might not have sensed it.
But Gu Xiao Man, Song Ci, and Chu Ling, who were waiting outside the mountain tomb, all caught this anomaly.
"A dark, evil aura has appeared..."
Gu Xiao Man clenched her sleeve and murmured, "This aura is even more unsettling than the Fighting Fire Seed."
"The King of the Underworld Fire Seed..."
Gu Shen's expression turned grave as he looked at the black vertical pupil emerging in the sky.