Above the void where gale winds howled...
Cheng Buzheng's robes snapped and billowed, while his hair drifted wildly amid the chaotic Spirit Power that filled the sky.
Yet a bone-deep, resolute determination suddenly flashed through his profound black eyes.
"No!
That old monster absolutely cannot be allowed to remain in this world.
Even if I must pay the immense price of severely damaging my foundation and depleting my cultivation today, I will force that old monster completely out of this realm!"
His gaze lowered, piercing through layer upon layer of heavy Cloud Layers as he looked down upon the vast earth below.
Once Sha Minghong took up permanent residence in this realm, given the Purgatory Clan Progenitor's bloodthirsty ways...
Within a century, this world would surely become a land of corpses, where not even a blade of grass could grow.
Though Cheng Buzheng had endured the tempering of the Great Dao, honing his temperament into something tough and cold, nearly hard-hearted as iron and stone, when faced with countless living beings, he ultimately could not simply stand by and remain unmoved.
Beyond all the living beings under heaven...
There was another, more tangible reason hidden deep within his heart.
This world still held the bloodline of his Cheng Clan; they were all juniors of his own kin.
If this realm fell, his kin's bloodline would inevitably be slaughtered and utterly severed.
That bond left him without the slightest room to retreat.
Vast, terrifying presences intertwined and contended against one another, while fine spatial cracks continuously spread from around their bodies.
Both sides harbored their own thoughts, their minds racing, and the oppressive atmosphere in the void thickened to its utmost extreme, as though a world-destroying battle might erupt the very next second.
Just then...
The hovering Sha Minghong slowly raised