Light surged over the Southern Wilderness. The two stars on Qi Zhengyan's forehead shone brilliantly, illuminating the colors of equality and freedom. Around him circled the Demon Saints, who had recovered much of their strength. Under the command of the Great Freedom Heavenly Son's incarnation, they formed the formation that had once been used to attack Heaven, conjuring a profound, pitch-black fog that enveloped the sinister, grotesque Demon Emperor's Claw.
To wear away Lu Ya's mark inside the Investiture of the Gods and ensure that the Brocade Mountains and Rivers Map's isolation would not affect the outcome, Qi Zhengyan had risked further awakening the Demon Emperor's Claw. As a result, he now stood in extreme danger. The gap in strength and level made it harder and harder for him to suppress the claw; at any moment, he could be polluted, become utterly extreme, and fall into demonic ways. He therefore had to rely on the Great Freedom Heavenly Son and the Demon Saints to maintain the balance.
This was a perilous path, but Qi Zhengyan had chosen it without hesitation.
His ideals in this life weighed more than his life. Even nine deaths would not make him regret it!
The black fog enveloping Zhao Heng's hands grew more sinister and corrupt, rapidly seeping into the Investiture of the Gods. Crimson-gold light surged from it, staining the radiance black. It seemed that in just a few moments, it would usurp control and claim this peerless treasure for itself.
Faced with this, Han Guang instead smiled faintly and murmured to himself:
"So that's how it is..."
Back then, with the Great Freedom Heavenly Son's concealment, the Demon Emperor's Claw's cover, and the bond forged by sharing life and death in the Reincarnation World, neither Lu Ya nor I had ever doubted Zhao