Bang! Bang! Bang!
His fists pounded the ice sheet again and again, each blow ringing out dull and long.
Jiang Mengxiong was like a god beating a war drum, embodying violence itself and making the entire universe listen to his thunder.
Perhaps nothing could stop his fists, and nothing could save Zong Dezhen from his fate.
The scene of Ji Fengzhou dragging One Truth Remains to Yujing Mountain and peacefully persuading the Original Heavenly God to leave swiftly spread throughout every faction of The Present World.
The Central Empire, where everyone had been uneasy with storm winds gathering, seemed to become calm in an instant!
No matter how bloody the coming great purge might be, it would likely only test Ji Fengzhou's skill with the blade—Zong Dezhen, as the head of the One Truth Sect, had been defeated so utterly, slaughtered like a pig or a dog. The remaining members of the One Truth Sect were all fish on the chopping block.
Naturally, those who had been offering Zong Dezhen end-of-life care beyond the heavens received the news at once.
Even without paying attention to intelligence from The Present World, one only needed to look at the smile Ji Yumin could not suppress to understand the outcome of that battle.
Neither of the two endings Zong Dezhen had hoped for existed.
Ji Fengzhou had not been killed by the One Truth Remains Zong Dezhen controlled.
Nor had Ji Fengzhou shattered One Truth Remains!
The One Truth Remains he had controlled with the intent of Rootless had instead become Ji Fengzhou's spoils of war, preserved intact.
No Transcendence-level power had come to save him, nor had any possible path to Transcendence appeared to offer him one final attempt.
Heaven and earth were vast, yet there was no road ahead.
There was