Lu Yun hadn’t known who his enemy was until the Curse King appeared. Everything from the great wilderness to the world of immortals, and from the chaos to the Hongmeng, was from the Curse King’s hand.

Even the chaos tribulations of the second realm and the Fire Virtue Potentate that’d nearly destroyed the original Hongmeng were his work.

With what Lu Yun now knew of the situation, the Curse King might not be one singular person. He possibly represented a group, a world, or even a new order. After all, he sought to destroy the immortal dao and Central Hongmeng, which would completely destroy hope of the original Hongmeng returning.

“Perhaps,” Yun Zhongzi sighed, then laughed ruefully. “You’ve filled out your wings and departed from the path that Fuxi laid out for you. Us old farts from the last epoch don’t seem to be of much use in the trials to come.

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