In the underground fissure, thick killing intent howled through the darkness.
Yet things always turned to their opposite extremes. In the deepest part of the underground, green saplings grew strong amid the darkness.
They stretched out their branches, feeding on the boundless killing intent. They were branches of that Willow Immortal Venerable.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At that moment, the little saplings, which had been utterly still, seemed to sense Jiang Yan's arrival. In an instant, they changed.
They swayed as if caught in the wind, and at the tips of their branches, rows of razor-sharp mouths sprouted and came spiraling toward Jiang Yan.
Though the little saplings had yet to truly mature, they were still strange creatures. The moment they sensed the abundant blood qi on Jiang Yan, they rushed at him without hesitation.
It was simply their instinct as strange creatures.
"Good thing I came here. Otherwise, once these little fellows had grown a bit more, I bet someone else would've died at their hands."
Die!
Faced with the densely packed willow branches swooping toward him, Jiang Yan's expression didn't waver. He strode forward and softly uttered a single word.
Pfft!
In an instant, a scorching flame erupted around him and swept in every direction.
Amid a crackling roar, the rolling killing intent and the ferocious willow branches around him were burned away completely.
Had Jiang Yan not deliberately held back, he could have melted the entire underground fissure.
Tap, tap, tap!
Tap, tap, tap!
Jiang Yan continued forward, paying the little saplings no attention as he crossed the ruins and reached the deepest part of the underground.
There, he found a well—a deep well whose rim was made of gray-white stone.
Jiang Yan had seen this well in the fragments of the Seven-Colored Godly Monarch's memories. It was