In that instant of silence, everyone forgot to breathe.
Behind Huai Shi, darkness boiled.
When the gates of Guixu burst open, living shadows erupted like a geysering tide, surging as countless deaths and lives collided, producing bizarre sounds.
Some dull, some shrill, some crisp, some faint.
Insects, beasts, birds, humans, monsters... Countless silhouettes continuously emerged and vanished within it. Amid the vast abundance of death and life, the cycle of the food chain gradually took shape, until it ultimately gave birth to the inevitable end.
In the deepest darkness, the end raised its eyes.
And looked toward Hell.
At that moment, alarms blared throughout the Dongxia Lineage. Their piercing cries echoed out, freezing Kuafu in place. He turned around, but when he saw where the alarm was coming from, he immediately lost interest and looked away.
Forget it, forget it. Take my advice—don't rush off in such a panic to help that bastard Huai Shi show off.
Within the spreading darkness, insubstantial phantoms were given form. A solemn silhouette rose from layer upon layer of shadow, using death as its path as it walked out of Guixu step by step, climbing free from that eternal silence and prison.
When it stretched its body, it completely filled the cavern, which had already been unimaginably enormous, causing matter itself to crumble before the phantom.
When its gaze lowered, a blinding, scorching halo emerged behind it. It began to turn with a thunderous roar amid the praises of the dead, scattering cold and cruel holy light.
Before it, Huai Shi calmly spread his arms, displaying his dark essence.
"If we're talking about an idol, this should be enough, right?"
Gregory fell silent. He raised his head and gazed at that savage silhouette, unconsciously wiping the drool from his beard as he tried to