The calamity of the Zhao Realm had ended, leaving devastation as far as the eye could see. The Zhao Realm had once possessed a Dao Master, hundreds of Immortals, and countless Supreme-level existences.
After experiencing this upheaval, the numbers of Immortals and Supremes had plummeted, leaving only twenty or thirty percent of what they had been. As for immortals and mortals, they had suffered grievous casualties as well.
The Zhao Realm had once been one of the several strongest universes among the Great Thousand Universes under the command of the Other Shore. Now, it had fallen straight to the middle and lower ranks.
Daoist Wukong found the Crown Prince of the Zhao Realm. He was the son of Emperor Zhao He and had survived the turmoil.
"Didn't Senior Brother Shenghai tell you that eliminating Immortals could delay the calamity? Why did you still create a killing calamity targeting immortals and mortals?" Daoist Wukong asked.
The Crown Prince of the Zhao Realm sneered. "I am an Immortal myself, one of the rulers of the Zhao Realm. If I betrayed my position as a ruler and attacked the other Immortals, which of them would still submit to my rule? When that time came, I would be the one to die! With the calamity upon us, I could only unite the Immortals and attack the immortals and mortals. In this great calamity, our survival holds greater value than that of mortals!"
Daoist Wukong smashed his head apart with one strike of his staff, killed his Primordial Spirit, and strode away with the bloodstained golden staff over his shoulder. He sneered, "Heh heh, another old codger..."
Li Xiao slowly awakened, only to find that Changsun Shenghai was nowhere nearby. She breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly sensed the calamity, but her heart turned