At the sight of those crystal-clear threads, Wind Demon's soul nearly scattered. He turned and fled, running wild with every shred of his lifelong cultivation. Before leaving, he flung out seven Blood-colored Forbidden curses and three layers of void barriers, all just to delay for a moment.
"Hmph, break."
Kunpeng gave a cold smile and tapped the threads of the Heavenly Dao lightly with his fingertips. In an instant, boundless power erupted. Heaven and earth seemed clutched tight by a giant hand as an invisible cage snapped shut, sealing off the eight directions.
With another flick of his finger, a crisp crash rang out. Several crystalline chains suddenly shot forth from the void, swift as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they locked around Wind Demon's wrists, ankles, and crown, suspending him in midair. His sinews and bones stiffened, leaving him unable to move.
"Chains of the Heavenly Dao...?"
Wind Demon's face turned ashen, remorse surging over him like a tidal wave.
"Had I known this day would come, why did I chase down that great bird in the first place?"
"If I had struck while it was regulating its breath and shattered its Primordial Spirit in one blow, how would things have come to this?"
"If I had hardened my heart and used all my origin to forcefully assault its sea of consciousness, would there even be a now?"
Countless regrets churned without cease, nearly tearing his mind apart.
Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back, a trace of cold, sinister amusement on his lips. Wind Demon looked up at him and found that expression strangely familiar—
"Isn't that the very smile I so often showed my prey?"
Savage and stern, calm and composed, carrying the delight of being about to tear everything apart.
"So one