The sun sank, and the great river turned black; the moon rose, and ten thousand mountains turned white.
All sounds had fallen silent. Within the hall, the bonfire occasionally crackled.
Together, they looked toward the travel-worn man outside the hall. He appeared to be in his thirties. Perhaps because he had read a few books, he carried himself with a certain calm composure.
Qingrang said nothing, while Xian Zao trembled like a cicada in winter. Seeing Xian Zao look as though she had seen a ghost, Qingrang, who had still harbored some uncertainty, immediately understood.
At this moment, it was as though a "clay idol" that fed on temple incense had arrived before them.
Strangely enough, the Demon Race Cultivators of the Savage World who admired the young Yin Guan were countless—certainly more numerous than those in the Vast Heaven and Earth—and their devotion was especially sincere.
As sun and moon rose and fell a thousand times, Lord Chen's great name was called ten thousand times.
That was no exaggeration whatsoever.
After all, most Haoran cultivators merely heard the stories for entertainment, whereas nearly every Savage Demon Race participant in that great war had witnessed the spectacle with their own eyes.
To reach the Vast Heaven and Earth, one first had to pass through that chiseled "gate." The moment Demon Race Cultivators looked up, they would see that eye-catching Scarlet Robe.
What was more, back then, the one surnamed Chen had slaughtered a Jade Pure Realm Demon Race Cultivator who had flown over the city wall on his side. More accurately... he had torn it apart with his bare hands.
Then he had casually tossed the corpse down from the city wall.
Such conduct was nothing unusual when Savage Demon Race cultivators did it themselves. After winning a fight, it