The blood-red curtain of light lingering in the sky began to shatter inch by inch.
The runes condensed from the law of slaughter lost the support of divine power, turning into countless specks of light that dispersed into the void.
Under the self-repair of the world's rules, the spatial barrier let out deep, muffled rumbles as it slowly sealed shut.
The bloody rain stopped.
Sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds and once again spilled across the devastated ground.
Yu Xiaoheng stood amid the ruins.
His posture was straight and upright as the glow of the Purple-Gold Dragon God gradually receded into his body.
His rank ninety-five Soul Power circulated steadily through his meridians without the slightest sign of agitation.
His expression was calm.
Yet his right hand trembled uncontrollably.
Excitement had sent his muscles into spasms.
His breathing grew heavy, and his heart pounded fiercely in his chest, its thumping echoing clearly through the ruins.
Yu Xiaoheng slowly closed his eyes.
He had waited far too long for this day.
Ever since he had transmigrated into this world and become the eldest son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had never truly been able to relax for even a single day.
This world seemed wondrous on the surface, but it was in truth filled with bloodshed and cruelty. Soul beasts slaughtered humans, sects schemed against one another, and the lofty God Realm treated mortals as chess pieces.
He knew how the future would unfold: the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would be destroyed in Spirit Hall's Soul Hunting Operation, and his father, Yu Yuanzhen, would die without even a complete corpse left behind.
To avoid becoming an ant at the mercy of others, he could only choose to grow stronger, even if it meant stopping at nothing.
He