Yao Guang panted, then continued, "The false heavenly dao attacked the Divine Court and fell right into the Divine Lord's trap. The Divine Court is just an empty shell. The Divine Lord's True Body went to the Divine Prison long ago. He intends to use the false heavenly dao's life to fill the Divine Prison's final hurdle!"
Zhou Xuan stood up.
Every bone in his body crackled like beans popping. The Brass Key in his left shoulder seemed to sense something and began seeping scalding black blood.
"If he wants to refine the Primordial God, I'll refine him." Zhou Xuan drew his long saber. The dark gleam along its edge sliced a rift straight through the space before him. "Where is the Divine Prison?"
"The Primordial Abyss." Yao Guang pushed herself up from the ground. "The place where the Divine Lord and the false heavenly dao first split apart."
Saber in hand, Zhou Xuan walked down the steps. Behind him, the black Throne shattered with a boom as the power of nothingness touched it.
Zhou Xuan sat on the black Throne, his right hand resting on its armrest, his fingertips tapping intermittently.
Thud.
The power of nothingness spread outward through the Throne, silencing everything it touched. The demon shadows lurking in the darkness all flattened themselves against the ground, abandoning even the thought of peeking out.
The entire Ten Thousand Dao Graveyard fell as silent as death.
The space before the Throne suddenly rippled, like the surface of water poked by a finger.
A figure stepped out, wreathed in murky chaos qi. Its face was indistinct, with only a pair of red eyes visible, brimming with excitement that had nowhere to go.
The false heavenly dao.
It had just ambushed the Divine Lord's Clone. Its aura was still somewhat unsettled,