Douqi Continent, Northwest Continent.
Xiao Wujiu set foot on the Douqi Continent once more. Feeling the familiar world around him, his heart surged with incomparable fervor. Beyond his boundless heroic spirit, there was also endless killing intent!
"Cultivation knows not the passing years; in the blink of an eye, three to five years have passed. Old grudges shall be repaid today, and my enemies will pay with their lives!"
"Ancient Clan, Soul Clan, I, Xiao Wujiu... have returned!"
A Saint's might suddenly erupted from his body, and his cultivation began transforming at that moment. Initial Half-Saint... intermediate... high-level!
Half-Saint peak... Dou Sheng!
Yet his strength did not stop transforming. Initial One-Star Dou Sheng... middle stage... late stage!
Finally, it came to an abrupt halt at the initial stage of Two-Star Dou Sheng!
"Three years to enter the Dou Zun realm, five years to become a Dou Sheng. Then how long will it take me to become an Emperor?" Xiao Wujiu murmured softly. After pondering for a moment, he gave a quiet laugh.
"Heh, forget it. Who knows what the future holds? Right now, I should collect some debts."
He looked over the familiar surroundings, a teasing smile at the corners of his lips.
When he returned to the Battle Through the Heavens world, he had indeed sensed a coordinate in the Central Plains. It seemed Xiao Yan had still chosen to lend him a hand.
But he had not chosen to go to the Central Plains. Instead, he first returned to the coordinate in the Black-Corner Region of the Northwest Continent.
Since he had a way out, he naturally had to take revenge first. And he needed to tell those old bastards of the Ancient Clan that he, Xiao Wujiu of the Xiao Clan... had returned!
With a single step,