The Demon Refining Pot was one of the Foreign Realm's strongest weapons. Its master was known as a taboo existence who had lived for countless ages. Legend had it that he had always slumbered within the pot.
Over endless years, the Foreign Realm had repeatedly warred against the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, plundering the essence blood of billions of creatures. A large portion of it had been absorbed by this Immortal King Artifact. The old fellow sleeping inside, He Wushuang's master, was one of the chief culprits behind the constant wars.
As He Wushuang was destroyed, the aura of a living being spread forth, terrifying beyond measure and carrying boundless killing intent as it sought to suppress Yan Kuan.
"Kun Di, do you want revenge for your disciple? This old turtle finally dared to crawl out of its shell!"
Yan Kuan spoke coldly. Purple light flashed in his hand, and the Nine-Layer Imperial Pagoda transformed into a divine sword that slashed directly at the Demon Refining Pot.
Boom!
The Demon Refining Pot was sent flying, yet it remained undamaged. It spun through the Void, radiating powerful immortal divine might.
"Where is Wushuang's Divine Soul?"
An aged voice came from within the Demon Refining Pot. Then immortal light blossomed, and with a flash, an unparalleled expert appeared.
He was thin and shriveled, not especially tall. Long silver hair draped over his shoulders, every strand dazzlingly bright. His pupils were peculiar, taking the shape of silver crosses.
Kun Di, one of the strongest figures in the Foreign Realm since ancient times. Other than those beings who had entered the Boundary Sea, he could be considered the Foreign Realm's number one expert.
His name alone revealed his arrogance. Kun Di—this Di was not that Emperor, yet the two still sounded somewhat alike.