Qin Yourong spoke, the disdain in her eyes painfully obvious.
Lin Xuan froze for a moment, unable to hide his confusion.
But gradually, he seemed to grasp something.
The Divine Firmament Mad Immortal truly seemed different from everyone else.
Her madness was not an act. It came from the depths of her heart.
Lin Xuan's thoughts raced, and a flash of insight streaked through his mind.
"Explain!"
Lin Xuan spoke casually, voicing his true feelings without the slightest interest in putting on airs.
"Hahaha..."
Rather than growing angry, Qin Yourong laughed and even praised him. "Good, very good, excellent. You truly are a descendant I think highly of."
Lin Xuan grinned as well. He had more or less figured out the temperament of the person before him. She was completely a 'rough sort.'
After the laughter faded, Qin Yourong's voice rang out again.
"Just as you thought, the inheritance will be yours. As for the other living beings drawn in here, most of them will become resources for your cultivation."
As Qin Yourong spoke, she rose from the immortal throne. Then, without a sound, she appeared at Lin Xuan's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
With a wave of her hand, countless images appeared within the Mad Immortal Palace.
Lin Xuan's gaze swept through the dense images, and he saw many familiar faces.
At this moment, everyone was in different regions, and battles had already broken out.
Divine birds had suddenly appeared, natural disasters had struck, and even living beings of the Nine Provinces were fighting the Dark Hordes. More than half the images were steeped in the stench of blood.
Lin Xuan frowned deeply and scrutinized Qin Yourong.
Qin Yourong returned his gaze with arrogant defiance before speaking leisurely.
"This place is rooted within the River of