The curtain slowly opened and the final battle to leave the Netherworld was about to begin.
Chu Feng was calm and composed. He stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the primal chaos and gazed at the entire broken universe.
He knew that the most critical moment was about to arrive. Whether he could sneak into the Yang realm from here would be revealed soon.
If his identity was revealed, it would not be a complete failure. He would have to massacre everyone who came to the world of the living. Even if the world of the living paid attention to him, it would be futile. It would not change what he was doing, it would not be able to stop the three-foot divine sword in his hand!
That was because the celestial would not come down. He had not come!
