The moment Tian Yongheng made this realization, it was as if the final shackles had finally been broken.
Cracks continued to spread throughout the blood red heavens, extending across the boundless sky like countless fractures in a glass mirror.
The earth trembled, the mountains, rivers, and endless wilderness began to distort, their very existence becoming fragmented as the world surrounding him gradually shattered.
Even the Death Qi and resentment that had permeated the Lower Realm dissolved into countless specks of light, revealing the boundless darkness concealed behind them.
Tian Yongheng watched the scene unfold, his expression gradually returning to its usual calm.
He had been deceived, however, the deception was not perfect.
Good that he realized it quickly enough, otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Unfortunately, before he could feel the slightest sense of relief, an indescribable chill suddenly rose from the depths of his heart.
