The Mandala Comes Knocking

Deep within Demon Slashing Canyon, in the main hall of the Holy Demon Palace.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Lu Heng paced back and forth through the main hall with his hands behind his back, his refined face now filled with anxiety and fear.

He never could have imagined that Mandala, whom he had ambushed and gravely wounded, planting a Blood Curse that should have kept her from ever rising again and forcing her to hide away in that remote corner of the Northern Boundary just to cling to life, had not only undone the Blood Curse now, but had also attached herself to an Arhat of the Buddhist Sect—a Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign!

What terrified him even more was that Shiluo had actually crossed the four mutated tribulations of formation, existence, destruction, and emptiness in public on Tianluo Platform, attained the fruit of the Dragon Subduing Arhat, and unified half of the Northern Domain!

"It's over... It's all over now..."

Lu Heng muttered to himself, the robes on his back instantly drenched with cold sweat.

When the Ancient Heavenly Palace had fallen, he had taken advantage of the chaos to ambush Mandala from behind and drive his life-bound Blood Curse into her body.

Mandala would surely remember this blood feud to her bones. Now that she had a Heavenly Sovereign backing her, how could she possibly let him go?

Between a Heavenly Sovereign and an Earthly Sovereign lay an unbridgeable chasm.

Even if he cultivated the body of the Ancient Blood Flood Dragon to its peak, even if he could draw upon the power of the Lingering Soul Fragment of the Blood Dragon Nether Demon Emperor entrenched here, before a true Heavenly Sovereign, he would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

"Palace Master!" Left Elder stepped forward and said