When his eyes were open, there was only chaos; when they were shut, he still could not see the Human World.
The truth of the Ninth Order Death Realm was that all things were the flesh and blood of Ancient Gods.
In the pitch-black world, grotesque things scattered and reassembled before Chen Yan's eyes.
Like paint that had been crushed and splashed anew across a canvas of twisted dimensions.
This was a world beyond words, yet it brimmed with malice and evil.
In Chen Yan's eyes, golden-red flames flickered as if they were about to go out.
They carved a scorching path through the world of malice, just wide enough for one person to pass.
If Chen Yan hadn't been able to sense the three people outside, including Li Zhiyi, he would have lost all sense of time and direction long ago.
Even more astonishing to Chen Yan was that time here flowed at a very different rate from the outside.
As time crept by, even Chen Yan was nearing the end of his strength.
Malice had already seeped through his entire body.
Now, all he could do was hope that Li Zhiyi would devour the Blood Brand and create a new third realm of the Will Path—Breaking Realm—as soon as possible.
He had never regretted coming to this world.
After all, even if this body and consciousness died, Li Zhiyi and the others could still summon a new Chen Yan again.
This was the real world.
It was better to learn the truth sooner than to realize it too late.
Hiss...
The last wisp of Will Power in Chen Yan's eyes was utterly devoured by malice.
Chen Yan lowered his head, instantly feeling the viscous, icy malice burrowing into his body.
Everything was about to end.
Chen Yan came