That enormous ghostly body, stretching like a mountain range, seemed to suddenly turn into fine sand.
Amid a soft rustling, it slowly collapsed.
The vast shadow that had shrouded the Floating Continent world for tens of thousands of years was only now beginning to disperse.
The half-crouching body of the Dragon Demon, and the whale Star Beast sinking with the mountainous ghostly body, were both eerily silent.
Jiang Wuxie suddenly sprang up again after the magic spirit asked that question.
The magic spirit's question was powerless, impossible, and lawless—yet its demonic intent soared to the heavens!
In truth, he had not wholly rejected the magic spirit's identity as "Wu Hangong." The reason he, like Jiang Wang, had resolutely chosen to fight it was simply because this so-called "Wu Hangong" had already committed far too many acts of corruption.
So often, good and evil were no more than a single thought apart.
He deeply agreed with something said by Wu Bingyi, the Legalist School grandmaster—if there were no restraints of power, no ropes and compasses of law, then the world would be filled with Wild Beasts!
A demonized Wu Hangong would only be more brutal than a true demon, and bring even greater calamity!
Although the truth had now been exposed—the demonic art was not demonic, and the World-Ender was not Wu Hangong—as the magic spirit had said, Wu Hangong could still use its method to attempt a return to The Present World. Could Wu Hangong truly resist such temptation?
In this Floating Continent world beyond the heavens, there were no restraints whatsoever.
As a member of the imperial clan, he possessed the ambition to command the cauldron and rule Mountains and Rivers. He would never test anyone's morality, nor place his hopes in anyone's humanity—not even if that person were