Fei slowly raised his enormous beast eyes toward the Inner World martial artists, who, stirred by Fang Han's killing intent, were now fighting and training in a frenzy bordering on madness.
I wonder when His Excellency will finally lead us back to slaughter our way into the Main World...
Fei could not help sighing inwardly. He even found himself eagerly anticipating that day with growing fervor.
Great Qian, Former Tomb Commandery, East Mountain Town.
Ripples spread through a shadowy figure like waves across water, and Fang Han silently took shape.
In the Martial World, he was a god who stood above all, suppressing billions of living beings like a creator.
But once he returned to Great Qian and shed the Heavenly Dao's blessing, he was merely an ordinary cultivator of meager strength, the sort found everywhere.
"It really does feel... a little strange." Fang Han took in his surroundings, his brows drawing together slightly.
As the saying went, it was hard to go from luxury back to frugality. Accustomed to the supreme authority he wielded in the Martial World, where his words became law and all things lay within his grasp, he now felt the dense, unyielding fundamental laws of this Heaven and Earth pressing in from every direction like the crushing weight of the deep sea.
Fang Han felt as though he had sunk into thick mud. Even breathing felt labored.
Only after standing there for nearly half a day did he barely adjust to the jarring pressure of this world.
My revenge must be open and aboveboard.
If I hide my face before my enemies, how can I keep my heart true? How can my thoughts ever flow freely? A fierce glint flashed through Fang Han's eyes.
But Fang Han was supposed to have died long ago.