Black Mountain, Shelter 189, Tyrant...
All the elements from back then had gathered.
The battle at Black Mountain had been a crucial one for Li Xiao, An Xiaotong, and Bai Ye alike—the beginning of a legend.
For the arrogant Li Xiao, it was the first time he had witnessed the gap between himself and the Ten Kings. After his Dao heart shattered, he underwent a transformation of will and went on to create Li-Style Winning Theory.
Bai Ye completed his magnificent transformation from Black Gun: Little White into the Black King.
An Xiaotong got herself a boyfriend.
After Black Mountain, the world entered the Age of Gods!
And the one who ushered in the Age of Gods was... Tyrant Yang Jie!!
The Tyrant's death heralded the end of the Old Era and the arrival of the New Era.
He was worthy of both titles: gatekeeper of the Old Era and pioneer of the New Era.
A thousand-meter silver train stood in the sky like a silver dragon, carrying the man who had once ruled the world.
"Brother Ye, leave him to me." Li Xiao's voice was low, and there was not the slightest trace of jest in his eyes, only seriousness.
"It's time to say farewell to my cowardly past self."
Bai Ye said nothing and merely nodded lightly.
He knew that the Tyrant's existence was like a childhood shadow to Li Xiao.
Childhood shadows were not something one could completely forget just because one had grown up. They might even become more frightening.
Because one relived them countless times, deepening them with every recollection, even if they had not originally been all that terrifying.
The shadow beneath Li Xiao's feet suddenly churned. It rose and coiled from the ground, transforming in an instant into a thousand-meter shadow dragon!
Howling