Return to the Dojo

Hong Yuan stepped slowly out of the void, still clad in green, not a speck of dust upon him. He seemed to stand apart from time itself, transcending the mortal world.

Yet a dense, vicious aura of Causality coiled around him as though it had substance.

This was no ordinary baleful aura. It was the violent karmic resentment earned by slaughtering all realms, exterminating countless living beings, and becoming the enemy and object of hatred of an entire universe. Even the void was faintly warped beneath its pressure.

Even though he had deliberately restrained it, the lingering stench of blood still made Primordial Spirits tremble.

Even Luohu, the lofty Demon Ancestor, could not help but stagger back when he sensed the vicious aura around Hong Yuan. The God-Slaying Spear nearly slipped from his grasp.

"Hong Yuan, you... When did you come out? And the Primordial Universe...?"

"Handled." Hong Yuan waved a hand dismissively and smiled. "From this day onward, the Primordial Universe no longer exists in this world."

Yet Yang Mei saw clearly that, despite Hong Yuan's outward ease, the Great Dao Law flowing around him showed faint signs of disorder.

At their level, Dao Rhyme should have been perfectly harmonious. Unless one had suffered an extremely grave Dao injury, such visible fluctuations should never have appeared.

Especially not on Hong Yuan.

That could only prove one thing: although Hong Yuan had won this battle, it had not been easy for him.

At the very least, he had suffered quite a few injuries.

Luohu had clearly failed to notice those details.

He opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, it became only a sigh filled with complicated emotions. "You're impressive, Hong Yuan..."

At those words, a faint, silent curve rose at the corner