As if thunder had rumbled through the heavens, Wang Xian stood frozen.
It was as though a heavenly thunderbolt that had lain dormant for countless years had suddenly exploded at this moment, shaking his soul so violently that it could not settle for a long time.
His eyes had been blind for a long while; he had not seen light in ages.
Yet at this moment, he saw an incomparably magnificent sight within the darkness:
Tens of thousands of feet of morning glow spread across the sky, burning like blazing fire and rich as fresh blood. A hundred-zhang chi dragon twisted and soared through the clouds.
Dragon breath surged forth like a tide, pressing until heaven and earth changed color and mountains and rivers trembled.
He felt no discomfort whatsoever.
If anything, he even felt a faint sense of familiarity.
Within that dragon breath was Youli's aura, one he knew well... cold and aloof, yet carrying a trace of softness that was hard to detect.
Only after hearing Youli's explanation did he realize that, just moments ago, he had nearly left the Demon Realm for no reason at all.
Just as he had arrived here for no reason in the first place.
Silently, without warning, beyond his control.
"Thank goodness!"
Wang Xian muttered to himself, his voice filled with the relief of surviving a calamity. "Thank goodness! This damn heaven hasn't let me go!"
He had an illusion.
It was as though the clouds in the sky were rolling like raging waves. No, that wasn't right. Rather, before long, heavenly tribulation lightning would come crashing down like a torrential rain, swallowing both him and Youli whole.
Yet what he had not expected even more was that the two of them had only just reunited.
They had not even finished a