Tai Zu steadied his form, floating amidst the haze, surveying in all directions. This place looks quite familiar, very similar to where the Boundary Lord stone statue stands in later generations.
It's the source of the world.
But there are no Boundary Lord statues here, only a phantom of the world, it's the Xuan Huang world—yet to shatter, still hasn't transformed into the Three Thousand Great Worlds and ten thousand small worlds of Xuan Huang.
The original Xuan Huang.
But at this moment, Xuan Huang is polluted. A breath of oblivion sticks to it like a tumor.
Yuan has merged his Realm of Oblivion onto Xuan Huang.
"Realm of Oblivion... is that how you refer to my world?" Yuan laughed softly, almost maniacally: "I am the world, the world is me, now my world is like a malignant tumor embedded on Xuan Huang, what can you do to me?"
No matter what method Tai sought or what means he wished to use to kill him, it's impossible now!
To kill him, Xuan Huang must perish!
