The entire Soul Slaughter Banner returned to serenity, with strands of vicious energy moving slowly and circuitously, showing no signs of further disintegration and explosion.
"Succeeded."
Ye Chen let out a sigh of relief, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Unexpectedly, Han Changsheng still had a hidden ace in the end.
This Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, once exploded, Ye Chen would undoubtedly be dead.
Luckily, he reacted quickly, and thankfully the Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds were powerful enough to stop it.
However, having repeatedly used the Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds, Ye Chen felt some stinging pain in his muscles and bones, and his energy was significantly depleted, making him drenched in sweat.
"You actually!"
"What a pity..."
Han Changsheng widened his eyes, filled with resentment and unwillingness, not expecting the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique to be interrupted by Ye Chen at the last moment.
"Samsara Master, cough... cough cough..."
Han Changsheng began coughing violently, his face as pale as paper, murmuring:
"In your previous life, you were killed by Dishi Tian and Xuan Jiyue."
"In this life, you also cannot escape the Samsara."
"Eventually, you will fall, accept your fate..."
His voice gradually fell silent, completely losing his vitality, becoming a cold corpse.
Hiss!
At that moment, the Soul Slaughter Banner seemed to be summoned by something, transforming into a grey light and swiftly disappearing without a trace.
"Who is it!"
"Who summoned the Soul Slaughter Banner?"
Ye Chen was immediately surprised, trying to intercept it, but the banner was too quick for him to stop.
"Heavenly Demon Bright Eye, open!"
Ye Chen’s expression was grave as he quickly activated the Heavenly Demon Bright Eye, attempting to see the karma behind it.
Strands of black demonic energy converged on his brow, forming a vertical eye.
The vertical eye opened, seemingly penetrating the heavens and earth.
But the fog of the world was tremendously thick.
Yet Ye Chen could not see through the karma behind the Soul Slaughter Banner.
He didn’t know who had summoned the Soul Slaughter Banner away.
"I estimate it’s Emperor Abyss Palace, but unfortunately, I can’t see the karma behind it."
Ye Chen put away the Heavenly Demon Bright Eye, shaking his head and pondering: "However, Emperor Abyss Palace also can’t see through my karma."
Now he and Emperor Abyss Palace seemed like two hunters lurking in the Dark Forest.
Neither had discovered the other’s presence.
If anyone dared to make a move, they would surely face a catastrophe.
...
In the mysterious void beyond, deep within the palace.
A simple thatched hut.
In front of the hut, on the green grass, sat a black-robed man.
A gentle breeze stirred.
The man’s black robe dispersed entirely.
Under the black robe was a white-haired person.
This white-haired person’s face was exquisite, handsome, and graceful, dressed in snow-white clothing, exuding an extraordinarily detached aura.
Their features were indistinctly male or female.
Their age was also indiscernible, seemingly youthful with white hair, yet their delicate visage and skin were like white jade.
Only a pair of eyes carried ancient vicissitudes, and an infinite simplicity.
These were the eyes unique to someone who had steeped in countless ages, incongruously placed on a youthful, handsome, and beautiful face.
This profoundly peculiar white-haired person, indistinguishable as male or female, young or old, sat alone before the thatched hut.
Before them lay a chessboard, playing chess alone, with mutual engagement, contentedly at ease.
Between heaven and earth, nothing seemed able to disturb their mind.
Hiss!
Suddenly, a sinister cloth banner emerged from the void, landing before them.