A figure silently appeared beside Ning Xiaochuan.
Though darkness still surrounded them, Ning Xiaochuan could now clearly see the figure's full appearance.
He was tall and slender, dressed like an ordinary Confucian scholar. Yet a faint flowing radiance drifted beneath his skin, adding several shades of eerie wickedness to his appearance.
Such an incomparably sinister-looking young man had appeared before Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan's face was filled with vigilance.
From this young man, Ning Xiaochuan sensed an intense pressure.
He had never felt such a terrifying sensation even from many lesser gods.
Though shaken inwardly, Ning Xiaochuan remained calm. "Who are you?"
"You may call me Yan Quan Old Ancestor."
Standing before Ning Xiaochuan, the young man gave a soft laugh and waved his arm. A bonfire actually sprang up before Ning Xiaochuan.
In Hell, nothing containing spiritual energy could possibly exist. Not even light could remain.
Yet this young man had casually created a blazing bonfire.
Ning Xiaochuan turned to look at the bonfire, astonishment already appearing in his eyes.
The bonfire continued burning upon the ground, showing not the slightest sign of fading away.
Since entering Hell, this was the first time Ning Xiaochuan had seen someone create a bonfire.
But immediately afterward, Ning Xiaochuan's gaze returned to the young man before him.
"Yan Quan Old Ancestor!"
Ning Xiaochuan repeated the name, somewhat unable to believe it.
Ning Xiaochuan had already gained a certain understanding of the tribes within Hell. From what he knew, every one of these Hell tribes had a god behind it—a true god.
For example, the god behind the Azure Emperor Tribe was the Azure Heaven Great Emperor.
And the Yan Quan Tribe, where Ning Xiaochuan currently was, undoubtedly also had a god behind it. The name of that god was very likely related