A Dead End? A Sliver of Hope

Killing intent surged wildly in Qiu Taoguang's eyes. He cursed inwardly, then hesitated no longer. Dense Killing Intent erupted around him as he casually tore open the void before him and stepped into the Space Crack!

"I will kill Zong Yue. Those few who fled as soon as the battle began are yours to deal with!"

As his cold voice echoed out, his figure had already vanished into the crack. All that remained was the sense of an immense, majestic pressure flashing toward the horizon, racing after Zong Yue in the direction of his escape.

Meanwhile, in the southeastern region of the Demon Sect Ruins, within the Inheritance Palace of the Demon Lord Great Tomb.

Boom!

Within the Inheritance Palace, which had lain silent for days, another vast aura shot into the sky, stirring the winds and clouds!

In the dark, deep passageway, a tall figure slowly rose to his feet. As he moved, the three Great Daos circling above his head immediately released a dense pressure, whistling down and plunging straight into his body.

The next instant, the supreme pressure unique to the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm surged outward like a raging tide, sweeping through the heavens. The void trembled, and all the Origin Power between heaven and earth boiled.

After standing still for a long while and sensing the various miraculous changes that had arisen within him after entering the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm, Lu Chong slowly opened his eyes. Two golden rays, nearly solid in form, burst from the depths of his gaze, making the cold, gloomy air within the palace hiss.

"Phew... So this is the power of the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm."

Letting out a long breath of turbid air, Lu Chong lowered his eyes and looked at his slowly spread palm.

Three exceedingly solid