Blood kept pouring from Chen Fazhen's chest, quickly soaking his white clothes red.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Wave after wave of the destructive intent belonging to [Dao Slash] gnawed at Chen Fazhen's insides.
Chen Fazhen spat out a mouthful of blood.
Far away.
Explosions kept rumbling within Wuchen Jun as he pulled the formation sword from his body.
His appearance began to change. Wuchen Jun became Chen Yuan.
"I almost forgot. Even this face isn't what I originally looked like."
As Chen Yuan spoke, his face changed again, turning into that of a white-haired old man.
Then, a glimmer of life appeared within him.
His wrinkles vanished, and his white hair turned black and lustrous, strand by strand.
At last, he became a man with long, narrow eyes, a straight nose, and finely shaped lips.
He was so handsome he seemed to have stepped out of an ink painting, yet carried a cold, unfathomable air.
"Our ancestor certainly picked a good place for me."
With his hands behind his back, Chen Yuan looked at the towering tree behind him.
"The Evil Realm knows nothing of this place, and neither does the outside world.
Everyone has seen that I, Chen Yuan, am dead. None of them know that here, I will reach the pinnacle."
Xuan Yi and Ying stared fixedly at Chen Yuan.
A chill rose from deep within them.
"So the one who appeared in the outside world was always Wuchen Jun. No wonder he never fought himself, only using Qi and Blood clones!"
Xuan Yi's voice was hoarse.
"Were those Qi and Blood clones planted on Wuchen Jun in advance?"
Chen Yuan didn't answer Xuan Yi. Instead, he calmly watched Chen Fazhen.
What Xuan Yi said was indeed Chen Yuan's arrangement.
Once unleashed, the Qi and Blood clones of [Erhai