Later, Qian Ye entered seclusion to comprehend the Great Dao, and one dream lasted a thousand years.
By the time he woke again, Lan had long since fallen into the river of time, leaving not even dregs behind.
Qian Ye had thought this promise would never have a day when it could be fulfilled.
The Blue Silver Grass clan, though weak, had its strength in tenacious vitality. It spread across the continent, so it should not have gone extinct.
But he had never expected...
Today, on this Golden List...
He saw what had happened to the descendant of an old friend.
Those few Clear Sky Sect disciples had already walked up beside the wheelchair.
Though they were somewhat afraid of the despair in Ah Yin's eyes, they feared the newly advanced rank-ninety-seven Clear Sky Douluo behind them even more.
"Madam, forgive the offense."
One of the disciples lowered his head and reached out to push the wheelchair.
Ah Yin was pinned down tightly by Tang Hao's Soul Power, unable to move so much as a finger.
She could only watch helplessly as she was about to be pushed into that even darker abyss.
Just as the disciple's hand was about to touch the wheelchair's handle...
A streak of golden light shot over from the void.
It was fire.
The Golden Fire of the extreme.
There was no earthshaking explosion.
The Clear Sky Sect disciple who reached out did not even have time to scream before his entire body turned into a wisp of green smoke in an instant, scattering into the air.
Not even ashes remained.
The remaining disciples were scared out of their wits and scrambled backward in a panic.
"Who?!"
Tang Hao whipped around, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand tightening instantly in his grip.
The rage