Ren Ye passed through the place of blurred scenery, then crossed the Divine Rainbow bridge before finally reaching the Great Emperor's Return-to-Dust Daoist Grounds.
The hazy mist silently dispersed, and the scenery before him grew clearer. Behind him, the divine bridge, which seemed to connect present and past and pierce through countless ages, dissolved into drifting starlight.
Standing on mottled square bluestone tiles, Ren Ye looked up ahead. The Return-to-Dust Daoist Grounds were still awash in crimson, a color countless times more intense than when the red tide surged through Xingshan Emperor's Tomb, or even when the Emperor Extreme Realm pressure surged through the Human World Arena.
Dense, flowing red light shrouded the entire world.
At his first glimpse of that intense crimson, Little Bad King was so frightened that he dribbled another half-jin into his pants and nearly had to change them on the spot.
He couldn't help it. The red tide pressure and Emperor Extreme Realm pressure in this Emperor's Tomb had scarred him every bit as badly as Great Might Heavenly Dragon.
Strangely, though, as he stood amid that boundless crimson, he felt not a trace of its pressure. "It" seemed to have suddenly grown much gentler, even giving Ren Ye a feeling of utter comfort throughout his body.
Was this how the winner was treated?
A smug, self-satisfied feeling welled up in Little Bad King's heart. Then he turned to look behind him, but saw no sign of Little One.
Oh, although Emperor and Fate were connected, they each had their own opportunities. He must have entered another part of the Return-to-Dust Daoist Grounds to receive the true Great Emperor inheritance. Since this Great Dao contest was completely over, I didn't need to bother with that little brat anymore...
After briefly considering it, he put the