Desolate Halberd True Monarch looked at the figure, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. This kid knew how to cherish opportunities.
The traces of a battle between True Monarchs were inherently extremely rare objects of comprehension. Those shattered Laws, annihilated Dao Rhymes, and lingering killing intent were serendipitous resources for enlightenment for any Great Master.
"Let's go, Qi the Kid," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly piercing through the chaotic turbulence remaining in the void to fall into Qi Yun's ears. "Back to Profound Yellow. If we don't go back now, I'm afraid we never will."
Qi Yun turned around, the divine light in his Cyan Gold eyes slowly retracting. He looked at Desolate Halberd True Monarch with a hint of confusion. "We can't go back?"
