If even the Shenxiao King has died, then the legend has long since been shattered. Does that mean this Shenxiao World still conceals an even greater peril?
Right now Yuan Mengji only wants to go home. Everything he sees feels strange and sinister; even that bronze great cauldron looks like the gaping maw of an evil beast, ready at any moment to devour his flesh and blood.
When all the demons were drawing close to the Heaven Demon Dharma Altar, gazing up at a legend of an age, he alone backed away, quietly retreating to the edge of the platform, with a boundless sea of clouds behind him.
Only then did he notice that She Guyu, who had always drifted beyond the range of his attention, was already standing here with his hands tucked in his sleeves, eyes unfocused, who knows what he was thinking.
So he shuffled a few steps further off in another direction.
Family affairs, state affairs, affairs of the world… what the hell do they have to do with me?
