In a daze, Ji Jue seemed to have returned once more to that endless burning wasteland within the Spirit Realm.
On the earth, the scorch marks were pitch black, the sky rained crimson.
"Hello, everyone."
He lifted his eyes, gazing at the endless bones before him, solemnly telling them, "I have come to fulfill my promise."
Eleven years ago, the soul that escaped from this hell returned once again to hell.
With a sword.
Even the so-called eternal Empire must eventually meet its end, and now, it's the turn of this endless hell to burn out in the flames.
Just as the countless souls in wailing longed for.
The Chun Jun Sword descended.
Without hesitation!
In the dreamlike trance, Ji Jue once again heard the cries and shouts, even the hysterical laughter and the sigh of release.
The flame was dying, and the souls imprisoned here were dying along with it.
Yet, at the same time, it seemed like there was another familiar sound, wailing and shouting.
Accusing.
