The Blue Lightning Sect Annexes the Continent

The blood-colored 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 and turned into points of light that filled the sky, dissipating into the void.

Under the self-repair of the world's rules, the spatial barrier gave off waves of muffled rumbling and slowly closed.

The rain of blood ceased.

Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and spilled once more over the devastated ground.

Yu Xiaoheng stood at the center of the ruins.

His figure was tall and straight, and the radiance of the Purple Gold Dragon God gradually drew inward, returning to his body.

The Level Ninety-Five Soul Power circulated steadily through his meridians without any sign of turbulence.

His expression was calm.

Yet his right hand was trembling uncontrollably.

The excitement had triggered muscle spasms.

His breathing grew heavy, and his heart pounded violently in his chest, its thudding clearly audible amid the ruins.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly closed his eyes.

He had waited for this day far too long.

Ever since he had transmigrated into this world and become the eldest son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, there had not been a single day when he could truly relax.

This world seemed wondrous, but in truth it was filled with bloodshed and cruelty: the slaughter between Spirit Beasts and humans, the schemes and treachery between sects, and the lofty God Realm that treated mortals as chess pieces.

He knew where the future was headed: 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 an intact corpse.

In order not to become an ant at the mercy of others, he could only choose to grow stronger—even