Blood Sea Battlefield!
Ye Xuan had contended with destiny here; he had resurrected from death here; he had risen from here; he had walked out from here!
Now, he was back, only this time he was no longer a mortal but had transformed into a Demon Immortal, carrying the belief of breaking free from the shackles of fate, returning once again.
There were people he had to confront, and matters he needed to resolve. Ye Xuan knew that today, either he would die, or the Primordial Spirit would perish—there had to be an outcome.
Calm, indifferent, without ripples—he thought nothing else.
Ye Xuan did not want to know the purpose of the Primordial Spirit for him, nor did he want to know what kind of grand scheme the Primordial Spirit was orchestrating. He just wanted to push forth invincibly, truly escaping from the Primordial Spirit's control.
So-called schemes are but fleeting clouds before absolute power; a single punch can obliterate them, and all will dissipate like smoke!
