Space rippled without warning like water.
In the air above Heaven Dou City's western district, now completely sealed off by thick smoke and blood mist, a Silver White spatial rift tore open in perfect silence.
There was no earth-shaking roar, nor any violent tearing of laws. The rift was as smooth as a cut made by the finest tailor across black velvet.
Han Yuchen stepped out of the void with both hands in his trouser pockets, his manner languid. Following close behind him was Leng Yuebai in a plain white dress, as though she were untouched by every filth in the world.
The two stood side by side in the void, looking down from above at this imperial capital that had once been incomparably prosperous.
The acrid stench of burning mixed with nauseating blood, turning into almost tangible dark-red waves of heat that rolled upward one after another.
As far as the eye could see, Heaven Dou City's western district had completely become an Asura purgatory.
Rows of buildings collapsed amid towering flames, the streets were filled with dark black slime and severed limbs, and screams of despair intertwined with beastlike roars, surging straight into the clouds.
The sea of fire below was reflected in Han Yuchen's deep-blue eyes, yet his gaze was calm, as if he were watching a nest of ants tearing at one another.
He casually raised his right hand, and a deep, starlit radiance flowed over his fingertips.
Countless motes of starlight swiftly gathered and wove together in midair, condensing in the blink of an eye into a magnificent yet icy Void Throne.
"Nice view." He chuckled softly, his gaze crossing several burning blocks to lock onto a cluster of buildings in the distance where the firelight was the most dazzling.
There lay the Seven Treasure