The void-like space began to reveal phantom images, while mountains that had shattered into powder slowly condensed once more.
The death aura emanating from Du Chen grew heavier and heavier, and the streams of information flickering through his eyes became increasingly dense.
Suddenly, a ripple flashed from within the mountain, and the peaks that had been continuously condensing abruptly stopped.
"Hmph!"
Du Chen snorted coldly. His eyes instantly turned grayish-white, and the halted phantom images began condensing again. Compared to before, however, Du Chen was clearly exerting far more effort.
Gradually, blurry shadows began appearing atop the mountain. Du Chen's eyes brightened slightly, and just as he was about to focus his attention on them, a phantom suddenly appeared before him.
"Do you truly wish to uncover the secrets of my Origin Race so badly? Since you want them so much, why not come with this old man? By then, whatever secrets you desire, this old man will tell you every last one."
Yan's calm voice rang out, but to Du Chen's ears, it was like a thunderclap.
Du Chen stared at the phantom before him. It had no aura whatsoever, and he could sense no threat from it, as though it truly were nothing more than an illusion.
Yet Du Chen's soul within his body felt as though it were about to explode, even beginning to tear itself apart.
Without the slightest hesitation, Du Chen's figure abruptly vanished as he fled madly into the distance. Never before had Du Chen realized that he could fly this fast.
And Du Chen wished he could go even faster!
Damn Origin Race! Hadn't they all been exterminated? How could such an old monster still exist!
All sorts of thoughts flashed through Du Chen's mind. Then, he suddenly realized that the scenery ahead