Hengshan City.
Kunlun Divine Palace.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The Seven-Colored Godly Monarch stood atop a tower, overlooking the entire city. In his eyes, waves of light rippled.
The world he saw was unlike the one ordinary people saw. The land was awash with every kind of painful emotion:
Fear, grief, rage, resentment.
Now, drawn by some strange law, these emotions formed a tide and poured into his body.
"Hmm..."
The Seven-Colored Godly Monarch narrowed his eyes slightly, looking pleased.
"I have to say, intelligent beings have such a rich range of emotions. They're among the finest foods, too. It's just..."
He shook his head. "It's a pity these members of the Human Race are still too weak, and the emotions they give rise to are too muddled. If the martial artists at the Two Dao Sword Competition had fallen into my hands, now that would have been a true feast!"
"Their emotions, their souls, their flesh and blood—they would surely help me advance further."
"A pity, truly a pity! How could someone who had only just entered the Jie Realm have so many tricks?"
Over the past few days, the Seven-Colored Godly Monarch had sealed off the entire Hengshan City, leaving it without order and plunging it into utter chaos.
The countless members of the Human Race living in the city, driven by the looming threat of death, had unleashed every kind of extreme emotion. Those emotions had become his nourishment.
Still, though this had benefited him, the Seven-Colored Godly Monarch wasn't satisfied.
After all, his true target was the city's high-ranking martial artists. Unfortunately, Jiang Yan had swept them all away during the battle at the Divine Palace. They were still inside the Teleportation Altar and had yet to leave.
"But I've been waiting here for