Lost

A beam of golden light filled with ancient characters tore through the air, slamming into the red-guardian's forehead.

On the highest plane of the Golden Flame Mystical World, a skeleton wearing robes of gold-red sat slumped on a throne with a crown seemingly about to fall from its head.

Before it, there was a sea of fire the likes of which even a dao formation expert couldn't withstand. The entire throne room was akin to the lowest plane of hell.

It was at that moment that sparkling blue flames lit in the skeleton's eyes, flashing with a murderous intent. The malevolent light in his eyes only grew with each passing moment as he slowly came to realize what had happened.

'To think I'd lose connection with a sky castle after so many years… Hohoho…'

**

The roar of an enraged Tiger shook the dark valley. Shere stood tall, her once sleek fur glistening with patches of pungent blood.

Her slaughter qi had reached a peak it never had before. She simply had never been so angry.