The sky of flesh was like a shattered mirror. Innumerable rifts split the world into numerous fragments. And within every single one of those fragments was a unique heaven and earth.

Within one of those worlds was the empress, Grand Emperor Devilbird, and Netherflame’s clone, who was the grand immortal adept from the eastern Devilbirds.

The other Imperial Sovereigns, who were now hardly more than desiccated corpses, were gasping for breath in their own fragments.

In the very middle of them all was the fragment with Xu Qing and Netherflame’s true self. Xu Qing sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of anything happening on the outside. He wasn’t even moving.

Netherflame’s gruish form was half a complete person, with the other half a mass of blood vessels. A malevolent look of greed and anticipation filled his face. He had plunged his right hand into the tumor and placed it on Xu Qing’s head, and was sending terrifying energy directly through that hand and into Xu Qing.