If the Divine Firmament King had died as well, then the legend had long since been shattered. Did that mean the Divine Firmament World still concealed an even greater danger?
Yuan Mengji only wanted to go home now. Everything he looked at seemed eerie; even that great bronze cauldron resembled the gaping maw of some savage beast, ready at any moment to swallow his flesh and blood.
While all the demons approached the Celestial Demon Dharma Altar to pay homage to a legend of an era, he alone backed away. Without drawing notice, he retreated to the edge of the platform, behind him a vast sea of clouds.
Only then did he notice that Snake Guyu, who had always lingered beyond everyone's attention, had long been standing here with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his gaze unfocused, no one knew what he was thinking about.
So he edged a little farther in another direction.
Family affairs, state affairs, affairs of all under heaven... what the hell did they have to do with me?
The rust-speckled bronze cauldron stood upon the long-ruined Celestial Demon Dharma Altar.
The bricks and stones lay broken, the offerings long gone.
An ancient aura flowed through the currents of time.
After stroking it for a long while, Lu Qilang finally said, "I'm not certain that's the case. It's only a feeling. This cauldron feels to me as though it shares the same root and origin as this Divine Firmament World."
He himself had said he was uncertain, yet all the demons knew how powerful the Inspiration King's intuition was. Thus, they all fell silent for a time.
Yu Xin, known as "Little Yu Zhen," often told his listeners of a dream he had had as a child. In that dream, the great ancestor Yu Zhen