"Tang San, if you can strike on the first day, I can retaliate on the fifteenth. You sent an avatar down to bully a junior-have you no shame? But since that is what you enjoy, I shall oblige you!"
In the Divine Realm's Destruction Temple, a somewhat illusory, blood-red figure stood beside the God of Destruction. With a wave of its hand, it merged into the ten-colored guiding light the God of Destruction had unleashed, instantly engulfing the entire Sea Within the Sea.
Huo Yuhao felt the world spin before his eyes. After a spell of weightlessness, during which he floated with nothing to brace himself against, he discovered that he had actually arrived in a forest.
"Is this... an illusion?"
Huo Yuhao crouched down and pulled up a blade of grass. Drops of green sap seeped from the broken leaf.
Then a blue light flashed in his eyes as he unleashed the illusion-breaking power inherited from the Spirit Emperor, yet he still found nothing unusual.
"Could this place be real?"
Muttering to himself, Huo Yuhao walked forward. He was now dressed in white robes, and with his body having reached the realm of return to the origin, exuding not the slightest aura of a powerhouse, he looked like an ordinary young scholar.
Ahead of the forest stood a small town. It did not cover much ground, but a strange aura hung over it. The moment Huo Yuhao entered, he felt an odd chill prickling at him. It was not a drop in temperature, but an atmosphere born of utter indifference and murderous severity.
For some reason, Huo Yuhao kept feeling that this place seemed familiar.
Soon, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he immediately remembered.
"Slaughter City? This is Slaughter City?!"
Huo Yuhao knew of Slaughter City. It