His dim yellow eyes narrowed slightly. Then, as the surroundings abruptly darkened, his contracted pupils slowly dilated again.
Beneath the gloomy heavens, a bleeding Black Sun hung high over the sky of despair. Mountains and rivers lay shattered, presenting an apocalyptic scene.
For Xiao Se now, what lay before him was naturally not enough to frighten him.
Yet even though everything had completely changed, Xiao Se still recognized where he was from the many features of this land.
It seemed to be the world his father and the others had once spoken of—the Dou Qi Continent.
Around fifty thousand years ago, it had suffered an invasion by the Evil Race. After the king of the Tunling Clan was killed, they had lain dormant for ten thousand years before resurging during the era when his father and mother rose to prominence. Yet in the end, they had still been defeated by them—
Xiao Se frowned. Precisely because this was a past event that had no direct connection to him yet was linked to him by countless threads, it made him all the more concerned.
His father and mother had once encountered a Heart Demon illusion within the ruins of the Sumeru Realm. If that was the case—
A mournful cry that tore through the earth came from not far away.
Two enormous figures collapsed with a thunderous crash, turning into dispersing streams of fire. Like blood flowing from giants, they poured into the cracked wounds of the earth, igniting an endless blaze that continuously scorched the incomparably filthy demonic qi mixed within.
Before the two enormous figures that had crashed down, a ten-thousand-foot Demon Shadow also began to collapse with a thunderous roar, like steel that had reached its melting point and could no longer bear its own weight.
That was...?