Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor who had long sat with his eyes closed in union with the Dao, slowly opened them.
For the first time, a ripple stirred in those eyes that knew neither sorrow nor joy, that regarded all things as mere straw dogs.
His gaze seemed to pierce through endless time and space, through that strange Land of Daofall, and witnessed everything happening within the Blood Sea.
He saw that Epoch Anchor, which did not belong to the Primordial Wilderness.
He also saw the wisp of power cast down by that dark figure known as the Dark Night Monarch.
"Remnants of the previous epoch..."
Hongjun murmured softly, his voice ethereal and devoid of emotion.
"A variable has finally drawn out an even greater variable..."
He showed no intention of intervening. He merely watched in silence, like a supreme chess player examining a game that had gone beyond his expectations.
Deep within Kunlun Mountain, in Yuxu Palace.
The Primordial Heavenly Demon, shrouded in endless demonic qi, let out an utterly delighted chuckle.
"Good! They died well! Excellent!"
"Dark Night Monarch, you truly have not disappointed This Seat."
"Qin Mu, Qin Mu, aren't you protective of your own? Aren't you domineering? Now one of your people has been slaughtered right before your eyes. This Seat would like to see just how mad you can become!"
His cooperation with the Dark Night Monarch had always been built on mutual schemes.
He wanted to use the Dark Night Monarch as a blade to probe Qin Mu's true strength and intensify the conflicts within the Primordial Wilderness. The muddier the waters became, the better.
Only amid boundless chaos and slaughter could his demonic path truly flourish!
Nether Blood Sea, Land of Daofall.
Jieyin and Zhunti looked