The Final Fragment

The information was sealed within the barrier of light.

Those dark-gold rays crashed against the inner walls of the barrier, rebounded, then crashed again, leaving fine golden traces across its surface.

With every impact, the barrier trembled slightly, but the instant the tremor appeared, it was smoothed away by the power of the two men's laws.

The fragment was completely stripped free from the chaos.

It floated between them, its dark-gold radiance slowly drawing inward.

The runes shifted from frantic rotation to a slow circulation, their blinding brilliance softening into a gentle glow.

Like a tamed wild beast, it finally quieted after struggling.

Blood Butcher Dao Lord drew the fragment into his body.

The instant the fragment sank into his palm, a warm sensation spread through him.

That warmth flowed from his palm, up his arm, and into his chest.

At his chest, his Dao Fruit trembled faintly, as though it had sensed something.

He looked toward Dark Nether Dao Lord.

Dark Nether Dao Lord was looking at him as well.

Their gazes collided in the chaos, like the tips of two swords lightly touching with an almost inaudible "ding," before each withdrew. There were no unnecessary words.

Blood Butcher Dao Lord turned and shot toward the outside of the ruins.

His figure streaked through the chaos in a blood-red trail, fine crimson runes flickering along its edges. Each flicker extended the trail a little farther.

Behind him, Dark Nether Dao Lord's figure gradually vanished into the chaos, like a drop of ink falling into water—fading as it spread, disappearing as it faded. Only those deep-gray eyes glanced once at Blood Butcher's retreating back before they disappeared.

Chaos surged around Chu Ming.

Those four Abyss Great Lords had pursued him for nearly the time it took an incense stick to