The silver-blue giant trees filling the sky slowly withdrew, and the vast life force spanning heaven and earth drew entirely inward!
High in the void, that transcendent figure gradually faded with the wind, dissolving into the heavens without leaving a trace, as though he had never come.
As the last light faded, the vast sky, always shrouded in blood mist, appeared clear and cloudless for the first time.
Slaughter City, with its ancient legacy, which had stood in the world for endless ages-this sinful hell that imprisoned killing gods and bred evil-today... returned utterly to oblivion, ceasing to exist.
Among those countless newborn plants, Tang San stood alone upon the ground.
Blood and grime soaked his robes. Lan Changsheng had healed the wounds left by his hundred battles, restoring him completely; even the hidden injuries from his eight years in the spatial-temporal rift, which the Asura God had not fully treated, had healed as well.
The youth stood straight as a spear, yet deep within his pitch-black eyes churned a gloom and bewilderment he could barely suppress.
A cool wind blew across the ruins, carrying lingering bloodiness and the crisp scent of newborn vegetation. It stirred his fluttering robes but could not disperse the confusion rooted in his heart.
"Those who establish themselves through slaughter are ultimately imprisoned by slaughter."
"The balance of heaven and earth admits no exceptions."
Lan Changsheng's words still exploded like thunder in Tang San's heart, echoing repeatedly through the depths of his sea of consciousness, making it tremble without cease.
Tang San's fingertips quivered slightly. A pent-up frustration churned wildly in his chest, building and circling without dispersing!
"Balance, balance again! Does this so-called balance of the Heavenly Dao truly stand above all things and outweigh everything?"
Since his birth, the Asura God had quietly