Wherever Ye Tian looked, the purple space was unbearably scorching. A tiny square wooden box sat open atop a wooden table. Cracks had already begun to spread across Ye Tian's body, and his heart sank.
Ye Tian had no idea what had been stored here, but judging from the situation, it seemed the contents of the wooden box had long since been taken away. As he looked at the remnants left behind, an inexplicable tension rose within him.
Since someone had gotten there first, who had that person been? Could it have been the shadow from before? Or had another of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans come here and taken it away?
He could only learn the truth of those guesses after finding that person. For now, Ye Tian did not even have the most basic clue—only the searing heat of this purple space and an empty wooden box.
As Ye Tian pondered this, the heat within the purple space suddenly surged, making it feel as though he had arrived in a land of magma. Ye Tian spread a layer of spiritual power over his body, swiftly sealing the purple flames outside.
Yet a monstrous beast appeared within Ye Tian's divine sense. It had nine heads with human faces, a tiger's body, and a horse's tail, its entire body wreathed in purple fire. At that moment, it was staring at Ye Tian with great interest.
Ye Tian's heart jolted. The scene before him was no longer the purple space from earlier, but a range of mountains covered in purple fire. On a mountain opposite him, the nine-headed, human-faced beast lay crouched on the ground, staring at the newly appeared Ye Tian with drool streaming from its mouth.
"Kai Ming Beast?" Ye Tian blurted out the name, his heart shaken.
The Kai