The divine statues bobbing in the sea of clouds were emotionless clay effigies.
No matter what sort of deities they had originally been, in the Divine Firmament World, they truly served only as vessels for divine power.
Bear Three Thoughts drew his blade in silence, every slash seeming to repeat the past.
Day after day of torment within the sunless Thousand Calamities Grotto.
In the hostile Purple Wasteland Hills, a black robe covered his body and a black mask hid his face.
He had no friends. In truth, he had no enemies either.
There was no emotion of his own in his killing; everything he did was an investment.
His enmity with the Three Evils Calamity Lord was one for all eternity, and it seemed this hatred could never be avenged for all eternity.
After all, after escaping Thousand Calamities Grotto, he had never even found a trace of the Three Evils Calamity Lord.
And now, it was finally clear that all those investments had been bubbles—his bought-up key men, the puppets he controlled, the subordinates he cowed into submission, from beginning to end, had all been nothing but a farcical play.
That Three Evils Calamity Lord was sitting below the stage, quietly watching!
Watching how the characters in the play struggled and rose, how they painstakingly plotted and schemed, while, in the guise of Tiger Taisui, he looked on coldly and offered lofty guidance.
How hateful.
How hateful...
The sea of clouds shone brilliantly, divine statues rising and sinking within it.
The giant ape divine statue standing there was still as a mountain-like backdrop.
This bone-armored battle blade was silent and unyielding, truly like an old general upon the stage.
It was not that he had never been young.
Rather, all those youthful feelings had been compressed into days