Chu Yang waved a hand. "Get lost."
As if granted a pardon, Duan De scrambled away from the place.
Watching his bedraggled retreating figure, Chu Yang sighed softly.
"That guy really is both infuriating and hilarious."
He shook his head and stopped bothering with Duan De's affairs.
So far, his arrangements in the Shrouding the Heavens World had basically been completed.
Beyond the Heavens had grown stronger, the various factions had either submitted or been destroyed, and Ye Fan had obtained the inheritance of an ancient Great Emperor.
All that remained was to wait for the right moment and await the arrival of the Dark Turmoil.
"It's time to go back."
Chu Yang closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into that familiar space.
Soul Palace.
This was a strange space. It belonged to no plane, yet it was connected to every plane.
The palace was magnificent and resplendent with gold, filled with exquisite sculptures and murals that radiated an ancient, mysterious aura.
At the very center of the palace stood a massive round table.
Several figures sat around it.
Their faces were identical, all bearing Chu Yang's appearance, though their temperaments and attire differed.
One wore a black robe. His aura was unfathomable, and devouring power faintly circulated around him. He was Chu Yang from the Swallowing World.
Another wore splendid robes and possessed an elegant temperament, though a trace of arrogance showed between his brows. He was Chu Yang from the Prehistoric World.
There was also one in a Marine coat. His bearing was flamboyant, and he radiated an overbearing aura from head to toe. He was Chu Yang from the One Piece world.
At that moment, a new figure was emerging from the Void.
The figure wore a green robe and possessed an ethereal temperament.