The Tribulation Lightning Came Knocking Again

"Should we keep waiting?"

Su Xiaoxiao went to find Muzi Li, a trace of worry on her face as she spoke.

After all, seven or eight days had passed since they arrived, and there was still no sign of Han Yu fulfilling his promise.

How could she not be anxious?

"We wait. We wait until he wakes up."

Muzi Li sighed, his brow furrowing as he spoke.

It wasn't that he blamed Han Yu. He'd heard the whole story.

The world was simply unpredictable. What they'd thought would be a simple bit of meddling had turned into a quagmire.

No one could have foreseen that.

They'd thought it was just a clash between Yanluo Hall and the Heavenly Dao Sect. Who could've guessed that, in the end, even the Heavenly Dao would get involved?

The outcome had been even more surprising. In the end, neither the Heavenly Dao Sect nor Yanluo Hall had won. Instead, the victor was the Heavenly Dao, which had never even shown itself.

You could also say Central Continent had won.

Why?

For one reason: once the soul-devouring formation no longer belonged to Yanluo Hall, slaughtering Central Continent would become meaningless.

In other words, until Yanluo Hall could regain control of the formation, it couldn't bring its butcher's blade down on Central Continent, no matter what.

Wouldn't that give Central Continent a chance to catch its breath?

Besides, Han Yu was caught up in all this. He'd probably never be able to extricate himself.

Di Liuxin would never let him go. Neither would Yanluo Hall.

"Do you think that kid really was raised by the Heavenly Dao?"

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly asked, curious.

After all, Han Yu's path of cultivation was far too wild—wild beyond all bounds.

The Heavenly Dao Sect could never raise someone like him,