"The Abyss Clan was already destroyed, yet this child had reached the ninth level of Nether Entry! So it turned out that this old man, and everyone else, had been wrong. Regret came too late—I had not listened to Yuan He and Yuan Ming, had not treated this child well..."
Under overwhelming shame and remorse, Yuan Kun forcibly suppressed his monstrous howl. He turned his long-haired skull away and trembled as he shuffled another two steps toward the boundary of crystal runes.
He did not call for help again.
As the First Saint of a clan, even in death, he had to preserve the last shred of dignity—preserve the last sliver of face before Li Qingyun!
At this very moment, Yuan Kun could kneel before anyone else, like an old boneless dog, and beg for a path to survival.
But he simply could not kneel before "Yuan Li Qingyun"!
He staggered onward, more twisted organs and flesh falling from his body. In truth, there was nothing left to fall away. Only a corpse-haired skeleton remained, along with that foul-smelling yet beating heart.
"Still, I should retain a little of a Saint's bearing..."
Watching that monstrous figure, Li Qingyun knew Yuan Kun wanted to break free of the Primordial Beginning and cross the Netherworld Void. His heart stirred faintly.
"But with the substance of a Saint Body, he could not even leave this Eternal Clan seal upon the Primordial Beginning Material Level. How could he speak of crossing the Netherworld Void!"
He suddenly flicked a finger, releasing a wisp of spiritual energy that flew toward Yuan Kun, who was on the verge of falling apart completely.
Buzz!
Yuan Kun, already at the end of his rope, closed his eyes. Just as he was about to meet his final extinction in utter