His dantian was crippled, and he fell into the dust. At the bottom of a cliff, Qin Hao swallowed a stone bead: the Chaos Dao Origin left behind by the ancient Heaven-Devouring Emperor.
What geniuses? What divine arts and myriad techniques?
If I devour it, it’s mine.
Metal, wood, water, fire, earth: devoured! Wind, thunder, light, darkness: devoured! The Dao foundations of prodigies: devoured! The bloodlines of the demon race: devoured!
Three years ago, you trampled me into the mud. Three years later, I’ll turn around and shatter your Dao.
The end of the laws isn’t the Heavenly Dao. It’s my stomach.
At my back stand my brothers, the Barbarian Gods; at my side is my beloved Ice Phoenix.
The myriad races of the heavens? The Heavenly Dao’s schemes? I’ll crush them with one punch and devour them all. On this path, I’ll make even the Heavenly Dao kneel and call me “Grandpa!”
