The Divine Butterfly Princess Seeks Revenge

Ling Xiao did not care what Mu Tianqing thought, nor was he boasting. In truth, that was simply how it was—when he was alone, he was a god of war.

With the Heaven-Battling Combat Art, he would only be stronger on his own.

Besides, there was only one true scripture. How could two people divide it?

For a peerless supreme art and an unparalleled inheritance like this, there could only be one owner.

Then Ling Xiao mounted the Netherworld Heavenly Horse and sped toward the scripture at full gallop.

At that moment, the entire ruin was turning ethereal and dissolving. Under the burning of the black true fire, everything was reduced to drifting ash.

In the end, only a stretch of chaos and nothingness remained.

Two different phenomena emerged within the ruins. One group of living beings, unwilling to risk their lives, fled madly outward to save themselves.

The other group was determined to obtain the Evil Emperor True Scripture and swept rapidly toward the depths of the ruins.

The black-hole vortex beneath the black scripture grew larger and larger, as though it could swallow the entire universe and all the myriad realms of heaven.

Its power spread in every direction, affecting all experts and dragging their bodies uncontrollably toward the vortex.

Someone tried to reach out with a giant hand and seize the true scripture, but before his power could even reach it, it was devoured by the vortex. He could not touch the scripture at all.

"This is bad! Is this vortex going to swallow us and turn us into nourishment?"

Ling Xiao and his group arrived at the outskirts, standing amid the boundless void. Beneath their feet lay an expanse of pitch black, like night hanging upside down below them.

Everyone felt their bodies being pulled uncontrollably