Heavens weep, and the black coffin departs from afar.
In the ruins, the old Taoist holds the baby and leaves gracefully.
"From now on, you shall be called... "
"Zhou Dao..."
Shattered light and shadow, all vanished like smoke and clouds.
Only that name, like a thunderous roar, echoes in one's ears.
The scenes just now are branded in Zhou Dao's heart, exuding a surge of tyrannical rage that fills his organs.
"Today, you and your father shall perish."
"From now on, there will be no more Primordial Kings!"
...
The merciless mockery and shocking killings... like a sharp sword, pierce the heart's core.
"Primordial King Ceremony..."
Zhou Dao clenches his fists, and with a roar, a terrifying breath erupts from his body.
Next to him, the white chubby carp's whiskers tremble, and it swims frantically.
"Scared... But excited."
Boom...
His body feels like a blazing furnace, as blood and Qi like fire flow through his twelve channels.
At this moment, Zhou Dao seems to be burning.