The fierce battle had come to an end. With his astonishing achievements, Jiang Yun once again declared to the world that none could stand against him; no one alive could surpass him.
The Prison Suppression Emperor had fallen. Though the battle was over, the universe had not calmed. Discussions erupted everywhere, filling the air with noise.
Under the cold night sky, everything appeared utterly desolate.
The Underworld's invincible myth throughout the ages had been shattered. A powerhouse rising in later generations had trampled all its glory beneath his feet and forged his present splendor.
Jiang Yun had won, yet he stood silently in the void, remaining motionless for a long time.
Could the Prison Suppression Emperor truly be considered someone who had committed immense sins?
The Underworld had never instigated a Dark Turmoil. To the countless living beings of the universe, it had not committed too many evil deeds, merely searching all across the cosmos for the corpses of powerhouses.
From another perspective, it had prevented those powerful corpses from gaining sentience and wreaking havoc upon the world.
Grudges, right and wrong could not be explained in just a few words. The Underworld had more often stood alongside the Forbidden Zones and was destined to become Jiang Yun's enemy in the future.
The world was neither purely black nor white, but a murky shade of gray.
Today, he had defeated a Supreme and walked here upon the blood and bones of countless enemies. Would he face similar trials in the future?
He could succeed time and again, but he could hardly endure even a single failure. If he lost, perhaps that would be—
However, this was not the time for such thoughts. Jiang Yun strolled through the starry sky toward the vast Netherworld where the Underworld lay.
He looked toward