"You bastard, how dare you!"
Behind him, Ming Ao, as relentless as a maggot feasting on bone, seemed to sense something and let out a maniacal roar. The Slaughter Domain trapping him began to crack from the sheer force of his shout, threatening to shatter at any moment!
But his only answer was the sight of Wu Dao's back, disappearing into the darkness without the slightest hesitation.
'This is...'
The moment Wu Dao burst into the core of the Asura Emperor's Tomb, he was still taken aback by its design, despite having mentally prepared himself.
It wasn't that it was too grand or sacred.
It was that it was far too plain!
A setting sun at dusk; Qing Mountain served as the tomb.
A crystal-clear river encircled Qing Mountain.
A great black standard, planted atop Qing Mountain, stood unyielding. It fluttered in the twilight breeze, telling the tale of the tomb's occupant and his magnificent yet tragic life.
'It's all an illusion!'
