The gray sky faintly showed a blood-red scar, a mark left from the rupture of the Daluo Law Realm. That lunatic Zhao Changsheng used himself and countless Life Souls as offerings to forcibly tear open this rift, making it possible for the Immortal Gods to descend to the Lower Realm.
Yu Chanzi said, the times have changed.
Indeed, they have changed.
The old gods are reviving, the new gods are rising.
The Sui Lun True Monarch has risen on the belief in firearms and steam, while the court's Xuan Sacrificial Officer and the Mei Mountain Taoist have improved the magic fire gun. Even the forgotten Barbaric Gods are beginning to stir restlessly.
Such chaos, for me, is also an opportunity.
Li Yan grasped the Hook Paper, feeling the power flowing within it.
This Hook Paper, obtained from Guanzhong, has grown to the point where it can devour the Evil God's Residual Thought in the Daluo Law Realm. If it continues like this, who knows what it might become.
