Impossible to Believe
A million people gazed up at the sky, their eyes wide, their pupils contracting sharply, their hearts pounding like thunderous drums!
"The Jun Clan... Jun Wudao?"
Countless disciples, elders, peak masters, and hall masters of the Star Divine Sect cried out involuntarily at the sight of that demonic man in black, his hair white, walking through the void.
He looked like him!
Far too much like him!
That familiar face.
That cold, lofty demeanor.
But hadn't he already died beneath the sword of "Su Fan," Ruthless Su?
Countless cultivators had witnessed that cold sword piercing his chest, the scarlet blood spurting and splashing as it was pulled out, and that youthful figure collapsing into a pool of blood!
Why had someone who had clearly died appeared before their eyes again?
Could he really be Jun Wudao?
The former number one heavenly prodigy of the Desolate Domain!
The former fiancé of the divine maiden Jiang Xueyi!
"Jun Wudao?"
Watching that familiar figure shatter space beneath his steps as he advanced through the sky, Jiang Xiaotian, Daoist Yinyang, Blood Soul, Purple Light, the old woman, and the others-all ten of them-frowned deeply, their brows filled with endless shock and disbelief!
The destruction of the Jun Clan!
Jun Wudao's death!
All ten of them had witnessed it with their own eyes!
In that battle, heaven had crumbled and earth had split, space had collapsed, and the sun and moon had lost their light. Every member of the Jun Clan had perished in a sea of blood, not a single survivor remaining. The entire clan had been annihilated!
But! What was going on with that familiar figure shattering space as he advanced across the sky?
Why had someone who had clearly died appeared in the world again?
They did not understand.
They could not fathom it.
Still less could they believe it.
"Uncle... Jiang! It's been a long time. Is this grand display... to welcome me?"
In the void, Jun Wudao stopped high in the sky. His deep, unfathomable gaze pierced the sect-protecting formation blazing with brilliant golden light, swept over the million disciples of the Star Divine Sect standing below, and finally settled on Jiang Xiaotian as he spoke with a faint smile.
Jun Wudao's white hair swayed in the wind, his black robes snapped and danced, and his face was cold and stern. His eyes were dark and deep, like a netherworld sea of death that had lain silent for hundreds of millions of years, making one's hair stand on end, as though falling into an abyss. He seemed an exalted demon god who had come from the netherworld's hell!
His laughter was icy and teasing, his voice carrying a trace of mockery and disdain!
An uproar erupted!
The instant Jun Wudao's words fell, an uproar filled heaven and earth!
It really was him!
It really was him!
He really hadn't died!
The former number one heavenly prodigy of the Desolate Domain, that peerless prodigy seen only once in a hundred thousand years, the former fiancé of their sect's divine maiden! Jun Wudao!
But!
How could this be?
He had clearly died beneath Ruthless Su's sword, collapsing amid piled corpses and pools of blood under the eyes of countless powerful cultivators!
How could someone who had clearly died come back to life?
What exactly had happened?
Had Ruthless Su's strike failed to take his life? But that sword had pierced his chest and shredded all his internal organs!
How could he have returned to life?
And become so terrifying!
His white hair tossed, his black robes snapped and billowed, and his cold eyes were like the netherworld that had lain silent for hundreds of millions of years. He resembled an exalted demon god from the hell of the Nine Nether!
What had happened within this single day? Why had he not only returned from death, but also become so terrifying in bearing?
His gaze was!
His bearing was, too!
His entire being seemed like an exalted demon god from the abyss of hell!
Exuding terror!
Inspiring fright!
Like a great terror lurking in the darkness!
"Are you really Jun Wudao? Didn't you already die beneath Su Fan's sword?"
Before the hall, Jiang Xiaotian looked up at the sky, gazing at Jun Wudao's familiar face as he spoke in disbelief, his voice even carrying traces of fear!
Su Fan's sword had clearly pierced his chest and shredded his internal organs. He had witnessed it all himself, so how could Jun Wudao still be alive?
And why had he descended here in such a manner? To take revenge on Su Fan? Or something else?
A million disciples of the Star Divine Sect gazed up at the man standing high in the sky like a demon god. Yin Yang, Blood Soul, Purple Light, the old woman, and hundreds of other elders, peak masters, and hall masters did the same. They, too, wanted the answer to Jiang Xiaotian's question!
Hadn't he died beneath Ruthless Su's sword? Why was he still alive? Everyone was curious, everyone was shocked, and everyone wanted the answer!
High in the sky.
The Nine Nether Rebirth Boat hovered there, radiating endless terror and netherworld gloom. Waves of dark, eerie, ominous presence spilled from it, exuding evil and the unknown!
"What? Uncle Jiang... do you want me dead that badly?"
"Are you worried my existence will affect your daughter's romance with Su Fan, or do you think my existence will make you uneasy?"
Jun Wudao stood in the void, looking straight at Jiang Xiaotian, his voice indifferent and icy.
His words fell.
The already eerie atmosphere instantly grew even eerier, as though it had sunk into deathly stillness.
Exuding oppression!
Carrying eeriness!
Suffused with deathly stillness!
It was as though a cold wind had swept in, and cold sweat involuntarily broke out on the foreheads of many disciples!
In an instant.
Heaven and earth fell briefly silent.
An eerie quiet.
As though time had stopped.
As though even hearts had ceased beating.
A moment later.
"Haha, how could that be? Nephew Jun, you're overthinking things, overthinking things! Hehe, may I ask, nephew... what brings you here... today?"
Before the hall, Jiang Xiaotian froze briefly, then his expression instantly became incomparably warm. His deep, unfathomable eyes watched Jun Wudao, then glanced at the Nine Nether Rebirth Boat behind him as he spoke with a kindly smile.
"Nothing! I simply came to catch up with Su Fan and your daughter, Jiang Xueyi. Where are they?"
At those words, a teasing smile curled Jun Wudao's lips. His eyes swept downward, passing over the million disciples of the Star Divine Sect, then Yin Yang, Blood Soul, and the others, before finally settling on Jiang Xiaotian as he spoke lightly.
His words fell.
An uproar erupted!
The entire gathering instantly burst into an uproar.
He had come for revenge!
To catch up with Ruthless Su and the divine maiden Jiang Xueyi?
How could they believe such nonsense?
Who didn't know that the divine maiden had once been his fiancée?
Who didn't know that a year ago, at the wedding ceremony that had shaken the Desolate Domain, their divine maiden Jiang Xueyi had eloped with Ruthless Su before all the forces of the entire Desolate Domain?
Who didn't know that three days ago, Ruthless Su had descended upon the Jun Clan, slaughtering until heaven and earth were overturned, until the sun and moon lost their light, until blood stained a hundred thousand miles, until the entire Jun Clan had perished without a single survivor?
There was nothing but enmity and hatred between them!
What old times were there to catch up on?
Within the Star Divine Sect, Yin Yang, Blood Soul, Purple Light, the old woman, and hundreds of other elders, hall masters, and peak masters, along with the million disciples of the Star Divine Sect, all gazed into the sky.
Looking at that man standing like a demon god, looking at the terrifying warship behind him that radiated endless netherworld gloom and darkness, they all shuddered in unison. A fear from the depths of their souls swept through their bodies and surged into their hearts!