The Heavenly Emperor's figure gradually faded away.
Only then did the pressure hanging over everyone's heads slowly dissipate.
As the Heavenly Emperor departed, Situ Yun looked at the Heaven Burial Master and smiled. "Heaven Burial, shall I see the guests out for you?"
That attitude made the Heaven Burial Master deeply displeased.
His gaze burned like torches as he stared at Xu Zimo.
"Benefactor, turn back while there is still shore."
"Master, are you going to convert me?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"I am not converting you. I am merely saving evil," the Heaven Burial Master replied, shaking his head.
"Some things have not even begun, yet their ending is already destined."
"You truly know how to joke, Master. If it has not begun, how can there be talk of an ending?" Xu Zimo laughed.
"That is because you do not know what you are facing," the Heaven Burial Master said, seeming unwilling to speak further.
"I know, and I know far more clearly than you do.
After all, I once felled the heavens.
And you, Master, are merely an ant crawling between heaven and earth.
What right do you have to tell me what to do?" Xu Zimo replied.
The Heaven Burial Master said nothing more.
He turned the Buddhist beads around his neck. Red light wrapped around him as he gradually vanished into the void.
The Holy Hall rose into the air once more and departed alongside the Holy Elder.
The enmity between the Sun Palace and the Holy Court had now been forged.
Yet everyone knew that with two colossal forces like these, petty skirmishes were impossible.
Once they made a move, one side would surely be destroyed.
This was not something Xu Zimo needed to consider.
Watching the Heaven Burial Master leave, Situ Yun