The Origins of the Wraith Clan

At that moment, a chill shot straight from Shen Lin's spine to the crown of his head.

Clang!

Shen Lin instantly drew the Taowu Saber. The divine temple that had stood there for who knew how many years collapsed with a thunderous crash beneath the impact of the Saber Intent.

Even though he had already become one of the most powerful existences in the Chaos Sea, Shen Lin still sensed a looming crisis.

His power had nearly risen to its limit.

Yet after waiting for a moment, the world remained utterly quiet.

Nothing happened.

The sun in the sky blinked once, then returned to its calm state, hanging silently high above.

With a grim expression, Shen Lin stared fixedly at the sun, observing its changes.

At the same time, he repeatedly examined his own body inwardly, on guard against any changes that might appear within.

After several breaths, Shen Lin lowered the Taowu Saber in his hand with some suspicion.

There was nothing abnormal about either the sun outside or his own body.

Had he imagined it just now?

Just as Shen Lin was puzzling over this, he suddenly seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up.

A tiny black speck appeared at the edge of the sky.

Then the number of black specks began to increase bit by bit.

Very soon, they became densely packed, almost covering the entire sky.

"What is that..."

Shen Lin stared at the sky. After a moment, he saw where those black specks had come from.

They were actually the members of the Wraith Clan who had been sucked into the Dark Domain at almost the same time as he had.

They were slowly descending from the sky.

At the very front was the Soul Venerable, holding the Wraith Staff.

"Where is this?"

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