"The unfilial rebel, Mi Jueluo, is here to pay my respects to my ancestors."
"And to your entire family."
The arrogant figure laughed murderously, standing tall against the tribulation, striding into the boundless fog, leaving a trail of footprints before finally disappearing.
"What was that?"
Zhou Dao was somewhat dazed, the figure seemed to be just an illusion.
Was that a projection of what had happened before, or was it his hallucination?
Mi Jueluo... who was that? Acting so crazily at the ancestral grave on Dragon Tiger Mountain?
Was that bastard here to demolish graves?
Bang, bang, bang...
Suddenly, the footprints on the ground vanished, as if erased.
Within the mixed fog resonated thunder, akin to the scene just witnessed, purple lightning descended from the Nine Heavens like a roaring dragon, enveloping Zhou Dao.
"This is real."
Zhou Dao widened his eyes and activated his Evil Dragon Qi.