Soul Fission

His chest had already healed without leaving the slightest trace. At the spot where his heart had been, a faint beat gradually strengthened, as though a new heart were regenerating. Within the boundless Void, a gray-blue flash streaked past, revealing the figure of the fourth-generation leader, Evil. He turned around, disbelief written across his face, as though he could not believe Hong Yi had caught up to him.

Though Evil spoke slowly, his hands did not cease moving. He pointed at the Light-Dark Great Barrier. It seemed like the utterly ordinary move, "Immortal Points the Way," yet a stream of air instantly erupted from his fingertip. Mighty blood energy surged, mingling with his Primordial Spirit and producing a fierce piercing aura, as if all the evil between heaven and earth had condensed into a single point before bursting forth.

Hong Yi's Hall of All Saints had transformed into a river of time. It was practically as if he had moved the true river of time into the Origin Land.

Evil's expression abruptly changed, his face seemingly filled with boundless shock. Accompanying that startled look came a crack. His finger had been shattered, the bone broken in a single collision.

As the seal of the Light-Dark Great Barrier broke apart, Hong Yi showed no panic whatsoever. He spoke unhurriedly as he extended a finger as well, striking directly against Evil's finger. The two fingertips collided, stabbing to kill.

This man in a gray-blue robe, exuding wave after wave of mysterious and unfathomable aura, was the fourth-generation leader of the Central World. His single-character name was Evil, carrying quite the bearing of antiquity. The Heavenly Evil Blue Robe he wore was a peerless dharma garment renowned throughout Central World history. It had been refined from the most wicked thoughts of countless Living