"What is 'Old Heaven'?"
Zhou Yi looked up at the sky, his face showing disbelief.
At his level of power, splitting mountains and diverting rivers was but a flick of the finger and he no longer believed in legends of Immortal Gods, naturally, he also didn't believe there was an 'Old Heaven' in this world.
"'Old Heaven' is the will of Heaven!"
Old Deer's voice turned gradually more stern, each word slicing through the air like a knife: "I act on behalf of Heaven to exterminate you who has leaped out of the Three Realms."
"So it is Heaven's will that targets me!"
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Yi asked, "Then, King of the Northern Defense, Tang Mingyuan, Emperor Longqing... do they represent Heaven's will?"
"Of course."
From Old Deer's body emerged a ghostly entity's skull, looking somewhat similar to the once Tang Zhiyuan, its eyes morphed into ghostly fires, and it opened its mouth, letting out a ghastly wail.