"If Yuan Chen found out you gave away the Myriad Gods Dao treasure he had kept hidden, would he be so furious smoke would pour from all seven orifices?"
The residual wills of Netherkill Ancient Immortal and Drizzle Ancient Immortal descended from the heavens, landing before the silver gateway.
"He could still be alive?"
"..."
Jiang Chuan had to admit that Drizzle Ancient Immortal truly did not deserve pity for getting beaten up.
Not only was her tongue vicious, but she also put on such an unyielding front. If you did not get beaten up, who would?
"Is everyone here?"
Seemingly unaware that there was anything wrong with what she had said, Drizzle Ancient Immortal looked around.
"Forget it. Even if they are not all here, we will not wait for them."
Everyone: "..."
Then why did you even ask?
Rumble!
Drizzle Ancient Immortal formed a hand seal, and the silver gateway slowly opened, revealing a silver curtain of light.
Seeing this, Jiang Chuan took the lead and walked straight in.
Meng Nanxi, Song Zhiyan, and the others followed closely behind, entering the curtain of light with him.
Bang!
The moment Song Zhiyan stepped out of the silver light curtain, she slammed into Jiang Chuan's back.
"Officer Jiang, why did you stop all of a sudden?"
"Is this Cloud Prefecture?"
Next moment, Jiang Chuan's astonished voice reached Song Zhiyan's ears.
Song Zhiyan froze slightly.
As far as Jiang Chuan could see, everything was crimson.
Above them, blood clouds rolled like a boundless sea, reflecting a scarlet glow across the world.
The entire sky seemed shrouded in a sinister, eerie curse, oppressive and suffocating.
Beneath the clouds, an enormous river wound across the land. Its waters were pitch black like ink, like a great dragon cleaving the earth in two.
Broken