Demon Moon Empress said, "Emperor Lord, be careful, something isn't right here."
Miaoxin said, "Amitabha, something truly isn't right, but it's hard to put into words."
He only sensed it and had not yet discovered anything.
Ling Yun sneered and pressed one hand against a spot on the gigantic remains.
Boom, boom!
The entire remains shook violently, and then a streak of golden light drifted out from within.
"In the endless years, you are the first person to awaken my divine sense. Do you know where he is?"
He?
Who was it!
Ling Yun furrowed his brow tightly, then spoke, "The Nine Netherworld Mire?"
"It is him... He... You are him. Hahaha, are you coming back? I have already waited here for hundreds of millions of years."
"Disperse. This is merely an obsession left behind by your unwillingness."
Talk of waiting for how many years was all useless.
"I... Impossible. I can still reshape my physical body and fight for you once more. I pay my respects to you, Lord."
"It's useless. You are already dead, and you aren't a resentment spirit either—just a reluctant divine sense. What use is there in staying?"
"Heeheehee, I understand. I cannot continue to fight alongside you, nor can I see you unify the universe, suppress all through the ages, and see you take full revenge for our Haotian Sword Sect. I shall take my leave."
Just as the words fell, the divine sense vanished, and at the same time, the gigantic remains also vanished with the wind.
Ling Yun let out a sigh and gazed at the sky. He was pondering why living always meant unifying the universe, recalling the confusion of slaughter and bloodshed, and wondering how past enmities should be handled.
"Daddy is leaving."
"Handsome Uncle, what the heck are you