In the Space-Time Secret Realm, the golden light was like the sun at noon, while the red light was as feeble as a flickering candle, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Suddenly, the red light fluctuated violently, and Sili Fengyun's voice, filled with resentment, was heard cursing: "You old villain, cunning as a fox. Even if I die today, I won't let you take away our ancestors' legacy.
The descendant of my lineage will surely report to the ancestral clan in time. When the ancestors descend, your soul of Xuan Zhan will be scattered. Then, I shall be there in the Netherworld, awaiting your arrival... hahaha!"
With that, Sili Fengyun's maniacal and mournful laughter echoed throughout the Secret Realm.
"Heh heh, you deluded old hag. Before plotting for the Spirit Core, how could I not have everything well-planned?
Let me be frank! Whatever you can think of, I've anticipated it. Even what you can't imagine, I have considered and weighed."
