"My lord!"
In the Far West, heaven and earth had long since been divided into darkness and light.
Dancer, who had already expended a vast amount of Dao arts in battle, now unleashed every last shred of his potential, splitting the world into black and white.
He himself soared into the clouds with every member of the Underworld.
Beneath the ritual array through which Li Dalong had forged his world, they tried to use their Dao arts to stop the manifestations emerging from the Mahayana world high above, within the blood-red array.
Tonight.
Dancer's fury knew no bounds, and all the Nether Offices wailed in grief. Their lord, the true ruler of the Underworld, was ascending to heaven. From the moment they had gained consciousness, they had been waiting for this day.
They did not understand why someone in the heavens wanted to strangle the Underworld's hope.
The world their lord had painstakingly forged was shattering.
"Who is it? Who?!"
"Show yourselves!!!"
Dancer screamed, frantically trying to stop the manifestations appearing across the sky. But how could he peer into the summit of the heavens, into the Mahayana world where the souls of the strongest cultivators in existence roamed?
He had exhausted his magical power, yet everything he did was futile.
He watched the Naihe Bridge shatter and the Heaven-Imprisoning Lock snap.
There was nothing he could do. So this was how powerless the affairs of the mortal world could make him feel. They made him yearn to tear through the darkness of the clouds and use his light and darkness to slaughter those mortal villains who dared offend the Underworld—those who stood high above all others yet acted like skulking scoundrels!
But everything within that mirage between heaven and earth was so cold. The Underworld River that had nurtured