“But I did see it,” Lu Yun nodded. “I can see all life and death here. I see you killing them one by one, extracting the power of this Hongmeng from their bodies and refining their corpses into your own.

“More than thirty million true kings and a hundred thousand potentates died here. Some fell in battle and some you tortured to death while you stripped their dao rules from them.

“But it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re a saint or demon. None of that is important. What’s important is that I kill you and complete my dao.”

“You want to kill me?” Genteel and refined, the Fire Virtue Potentate...