When Xiao Yan completely annihilated Qing Ming, leaving him without the slightest possibility of resurrection, Yao Wan once again felt a stirring from deep within her bloodline.
At that moment, a spiritual light flashed from Yao Emperor's skeleton, enveloping the two of them and guiding them to a gray, misty shore almost identical to the outside world.
Beside a crackling bonfire, several figures sat gathered around the flames.
"Soul Emperor, what do you think? The inheritor you chose doesn't seem to be a match for my descendant either, does he? Hahaha—"
A hearty laugh rang out amid the surging waves, making Xiao Yan pause in slight surprise.
"The victor becomes king and the loser becomes prey. What is there to say? That man killed the more suitable inheritor and proved himself stronger than him. Your descendant killed him, which naturally means he is stronger still."
The voice answering the hearty laughter was low and calm, without the slightest fluctuation. To him, even the death of the inheritor he had selected seemed to be of no interest whatsoever.
"Hehehe, that may be so, but you really didn't teach Qing Ming the most crucial step of that divine ability, did you?"
"Blood Blade Soul Sever—without blood, where would the Blood Blade come from? Forcing its activation would only turn it into the summoner of his own death. Otherwise, with the power of the Supreme Dharma Body, perhaps he truly might have been able to fight my descendant again."
"He killed the inheritor I had chosen and forcibly seized this inheritance. The inheritance did not suit him. Isn't that only natural?"
The man who said this gave a quiet laugh, yet there was a trace of coldness within it, causing the others to shake their heads.
What he said was true enough, but