An endless Dark World.
At the far, unreachable end of the darkness, a starlight of condensed, shimmering blood-red light flickered.
"Hahaha, excellent, excellent!"
The unknown, ancient being who called itself "this Emperor" saw that Wu Dao showed not a shred of resentment, but instead calmly tried to probe its background.
It grew even more satisfied with Wu Dao:
"When your Power is greater than others, you reveal your edge. When your Power is weaker, you hide your blade and sheathe your sharpness.
A tiger in the heart, yet it stoops to sniff the rose.
This Emperor is truly becoming more and more satisfied with you."
Ten thousand years of torturous, lonely darkness.
For anyone, this tribulation was an unforgivable, deep-seated hatred.
Even one with a will as firm as a Divine Buddha's...
...would have become an enraged vajra guardian the moment the black hand revealed itself, unable to suppress the boiling killing intent and sea of resentment for the perpetrator.
