RUMBLE!
As Lü Yang reeled in shock from the Dao Court's practice of raising cultivators like livestock, the battle in the heavens raged on. An invisible net had already enveloped the Fruit of Celestial Fire.
But just then, Hongtian made his move.
He suddenly strode forward, blocking the massive net's path. His voice descended from the highest heavens, drifting straight into the Imperial Palace of the Immortal Court below:
"Your Majesty wishes to kill me?"
His calm question was met with silence. The only response was the great net, meant to capture the Fruit of Celestial Fire, which only moved faster.
Below, Lü Yang narrowed his eyes. 'This isn't a hopeless situation yet... Hongtian is the Pseudo-History version of me, so he should have almost all of my techniques. If that's the case, he must know *that* move... Besides, in this Pseudo-History, Progenitor Tingyou—the Yama Daoist Lord—is on his side...'
Everything was unfolding just as he expected.
