Luohu raised his head, light blazing within those blood-red eyes.
"Hongjun, it has been hundreds of millions of epochs."
"You used the Heavenly Dao to suppress my Demonic Dao, used predestination to bind my freedom, used the karma of Sages to seal me beneath Mount Sumeru, condemning me to suffer the searing Buddha Light day and night."
"Now, all the Sages are dead, the Heavenly Dao is collapsing, and predestination has reversed."
"Would you say this counts as karmic retribution?"
Hongjun said nothing. He looked at Luohu, then at Xuandu.
When those indifferent eyes swept over That Green Clad Figure, a faint ripple finally stirred within them.
So this was Xuandu's final move.
The Heavenly Dao Sages had all fallen. As the Dao waned, the Demonic Dao flourished. Luohu had awakened, at the Nine Heavens Peak.
This child had calculated every step to the utmost.
"Xuandu, you truly have more Backup Plans than I imagined."
Hongjun spoke, his voice as calm as ever, though beneath that calm lay a deeper gravity.
"But do you think Luohu at the Nine Heavens Peak can stop me from entering the Heavenly Dao?"
Xuandu shook his head. When he spoke, his voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly through the void.
"This disciple never intended for Luohu to stop you. I only wanted him to... see you off."
Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly, as though he were pondering the meaning behind those words.
Luohu stood amid the surging demonic qi. Those blood-red eyes gazed toward the Sky Dome, toward the Grey Clad Figure about to merge into the Heavenly Dao Eye. A cold, sinister smile slowly spread across his lips.
He raised a hand. Demonic qi surged forth and condensed into a pitch-black pillar of light, blasting straight toward the beam of the Heavenly