That cry from within the Sun Palace could be called the strongest sound in The Present World since the new Dao Calendar began.
Compared to the words "I came to find you," every other declaration amounted to nothing.
Zhu You's power needed no further embellishment. And today, Wu Zhaixue was issuing a challenge to history itself.
The Devil Ancestor had declared that He would surely return.
Yet Wu Zhaixue said that he could not be bothered to wait any longer!
It was merely a rubbing, four faintly visible characters traced upon it. After the washing of long years, how feeble could its threads of karma be?
Yet in Wu Zhaixue's eyes, it drew out countless colored threads of karma. The minuscule became vast, the illusory condensed into reality, and what had been severed was joined anew... The colored threads wove and flew like a Magpie Bridge, spanning the Silver River.
Within the Sun Palace, a gateway into history appeared. Its stone grain bore every hardship of the years. Beyond its half-closed doors, boundless time rushed like a long river, its roaring waters clearly audible.
Wu Zhaixue lifted his boot and stepped forward.
Holding this rubbing of "Devil," he traced backward into the past through the history of Zhu You's creation of the Devil Race. Standing in the Sun Palace, he presided over this Longhua Scripture Banquet that contested the future, seeking into times yet to come.
Across the past that had already occurred and the infinitely unfolding future, he hunted that legendary immortal one!
Dragons battled in the wild; their blood was black and yellow.
The war between Long River Dragon Lord Ao Shuyi and Xihun, the Dragon Emperor of The Present World, directly caused the Aquatic Race to split apart. True Dragons clashed, their blood staining the heavens.