The Abyss fell back into deathly silence.
The gates of the Divine Prison had closed completely. Dark-gold formation patterns flowed once more, locking every secret away.
Zhou Xuan stood where he was.
In his palm, the Primordial God’s Heart seemed to beat faster and faster.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
An urging, yet also something like a warning.
The true medicine was Ji Chen himself.
Zhou Xuan recalled the will of Supreme One that had impersonated Ji Chen in the Ten Thousand Dao Graveyard.
Those eternally hollow eyes. A shoddy imitation that could never become him.
What if what lay hidden in Ji Chen's bloodline was not merely Supreme One's lingering will?
What if it was something older and more terrifying?
Zhou Xuan lowered his gaze to the scabbed wound on his left shoulder.
Where he had pulled out the Brass Key, traces of black blood still lingered.
He clenched his fist.
Whatever wakes up.
Supreme One, a monster, or some bullshit god.
As long as he's Ji Chen.
I can damn well drag him back.
Zhou Xuan lifted his foot and shattered the void before him with a single step.
He vanished into the rift, heading straight for the Unity Continent.
It was time to go back and administer the medicine.
Holding the Primordial God’s Heart, Zhou Xuan stepped out of a spatial rift and returned to the ruined underground palace beneath the Unity Continent.
Emperor Jiang Wu and Old Ancestor Xuanming stood guard outside the stone chamber. Sensing the primordial death qi still lingering on Zhou Xuan, both immediately dropped to one knee.
"Guard the Formation Core. Anyone who trespasses dies." Zhou Xuan gave the order and pushed open the heavy stone door.
The stone door closed, and the sealing formation went into full operation.
Ji Chen lay flat on