Bai Chen's nose shattered, and his Nascent Soul meridians groaned under the violent impact. Yan Shuo placed his heavy white boot directly onto the back of Bai Chen's head, pinning him to the ground like a pathetic insect.
Yan Shuo bent down and picked up the glowing core of the Heavenly Dao Relic from the dirt.
It looked like a flawless, pulsing white diamond. But deep within its center, trapped in an isolated pocket of space and time, was a microscopic grain of golden light.
The Heavenly Dao Isolation Casket.
Yan Shuo held the Relic in his palm. He closed his eyes, taking a slow, steadying breath.
He didn't care about the laws of the Heavenly Dao. He didn't care about the rules of spatial continuum. He was the sovereign of the dark path, and he was taking his wife back.
