Hell's "Grand Gathering"

Wang Xuan wandered near the clusters of cities, aimless as he studied the changes in "Existence," so absorbed that he nearly forgot himself.

If he added another trump card, he believed he could balance the "Sacred Artifact" in his primordial spirit. Even if another change emerged while breaking through, he would have the confidence to face it.

Without realizing it, he looked up, and in that instant, the evening glow had dyed the horizon red. The sun was about to set. He had neglected food and sleep, forgetting even the passage of time.

Hell's most dangerous night was about to arrive. If Fu Dao Ox had not nervously reminded him, he would still have been out in the wilderness.

Fu Sheng spread his four hooves and charged all the way toward a small city, intending to spend the night there.

"Find a giant city," Wang Xuan said. He had comprehended the True One Scripture for many days now, and the fog obstructing him had cleared. He felt that he could once again sense the Dao rhythms of the outer universe from afar and search for that feeling.

Fu Dao Ox's body stiffened slightly, and its lively steps immediately turned heavy. It wondered, Why can't this one ever settle down? This night is destined to be anything but peaceful.

The faintly crimson sun sank in the west. Although the various True Saint Dojos had successively determined Kong Xuan's approximate location, none intended to make a move anymore.

If they went after him now, they might be wiped out completely! In another quarter-hour, Hell would become incomparably bloody, and the Wanderers would emerge.

Over the past several days, Hell had been lively. It was not only the various dojos Beyond the World; even other major sects guarded by heterodox immortals had entered