An image that seemed stained with ink appeared upon the screen of light.
Countless evils lived there, and countless forms of darkness coexisted.
Mountains of corpses gave rise to seas of blood; white bones erected a Dao palace!
Within the White Bone Dao Palace, built from endless skeletal remains, towered a lofty Blood Throne.
A young Daoist with blood-red hair and a black robe sat upon it.
His eyes were blood-red, and his stark killing intent, like ice that had not melted for hundreds of millions of years, pierced through space and time.
When the screen of light revealed him, he too sensed Dao Ancestor Taishang.
Then, holding down the Blood-Red Sword at his waist, he removed his black robe, revealing a Daoist robe as white as snow beneath, and respectfully addressed the two Supremes.
"This disciple greets Master and the Heavenly Lord!"
At this sight, the Heavenly Lord's ever-gentle expression finally vanished, and he let out a deep sigh.
"So that was it. So that was it. Your betrayal of the Dao and descent into demonhood back then was nothing but a grand performance, crossing the sea under heaven's unsuspecting gaze."
"Devil Lord, oh Devil Lord. He never fell into demonhood. He is the Dao!"
"Taking lives to save lives, severing karma rather than people! So that is how it is!"
"Things have come to this. Let it go, Heavenly Lord."
Tai Shang smiled, his wise eyes filled with Yin-Yang Dao Rhymes.
"I will not stop Supreme Jiang Cheng, but Satan cannot die. He is my own brother."
The Heavenly Lord made his final insistence.
"That is the God Lord's will. We cannot change it!"
Tai Shang said helplessly.
"But Satan need not die, and you are stopping me!"
The Heavenly Lord said angrily.
The master of Heaven grew