The Boat of Death sent Zhang Yang and the others back to their lair without a trace.
"Cough, cough!"
Zhang Yang was still coughing blood. This round had cost him somewhat, because he truly hadn't expected that Devil Race Heavenly God to be so obsessed with killing him that he would come through the firmament and the abyss just to finish him off.
Still, it hadn't been without gains. At the very least, the Demonic Dao swallowed by the Death Black Sail had filtered a massive amount of precious information for him. It gave Zhang Yang, who had been completely blind to the abyss, a much broader view. Its cost-effectiveness couldn't be matched by the victory of a few battles.
"So that fellow's name is Cangdong. He's a member of the Zhang Clan, born from the body of the Abyssal Demon Kua Lu. Tsk tsk, what a magnificent and tumultuous tale of struggle!"
Zhang Yang sighed with emotion. Cangdong had originally been a Devil Race member as insignificant as an ant, yet through sheer effort, he had achieved godhood in just hundreds of thousands of years. The entire process was like an astonishing fantasy novel—one several tens of millions of words long.
But the truly outrageous part came afterward.
This Cangdong Heavenly God had actually climbed upstream from the Fifth Sequence to the Fourth Sequence. Then, somehow, he had managed to embrace the big toe of a Fourth Sequence ancient god. From that point on, he had been set for life.
Of course, the price of that glory was becoming a toilet attendant specifically assigned to deal with filthy matters like Flames of Nothingness.
Cangdong was ruthless enough to destroy his own homeland, the abyss, just to dump those Time Scraps known as Flames of Nothingness. Over the past hundred