A chill settled in Zhou Xuan's eyes.
Whoever it was, anyone who touched what belonged to him would meet only one end.
Prey?
Zhou Xuan sneered.
In this game, he was the only hunter.
Zhou Xuan did not resist.
His divine sense followed that frenzied pull and plunged straight into a deathly silent space.
There was no light, no direction. Shattered continental plates filled his vision. Vast, fractured mountain ranges drifted through nothingness, while black resentful qi seeped from the severed ends of dried-up spirit veins. Countless broken World Crystal Walls overlapped, grinding against one another with a sound like gnashing teeth.
A graveyard of laws.
Negative emotions had taken physical form here. Greed, fear, despair, and venomous hatred had all become black mist, darting back and forth among the wreckage.
Zhou Xuan stood on a floating, broken cliff. The black-gold dao fruit revolved within his sea of consciousness, while the powers of creation and destruction wrapped his body in a thin membrane, keeping out the resentful qi that tried to burrow into his pores.
The black mist ahead began to churn.
A chorus of agonized wails converged as the mist contracted and condensed. A towering human figure materialized in midair.
The figure wore a gray robe with half of it rotted away. His face gradually came into focus.
Zhou Xuan narrowed his eyes.
This face bore a strong resemblance to the Divine Lord's will that had previously descended upon Central Province. But their bearing was utterly different. The Divine Lord had been cold and lofty, order itself. This thing before him had twisted features and crimson flames dancing in his eye sockets, and every inch of him radiated the urge to tear everything apart.
"Welcome to my cage," the shadow said. His voice was hoarse and layered with echoes,