Laughing at the Netherworld and Worldly Demon Embryo

Years of accumulation at White Deer Grotto finally reached the moment to cash in one by one.

Right now, this place was just the beginning.

Yuchen gazed at the Canglang Waters flowing eastward into the sea.

Soon, the flames of war would ignite throughout the Central Land, eventually spreading across the mortal realm.

This time, they would surely make this world stir.

Situ Tu looked toward the distance with even broader ambitions.

This tiny patch of mountains and waters could no longer satisfy his eyes, and this ghost commander who had long lived under others' shadows now held greater expectations for his own future.

"So, a happy alliance?"

Yuchen stared intently at Situ Tu, all because this was Yuchen's most perfect creation to date.

White Deer Grotto had attempted such bizarre arts of transferring destiny patterns more than once in the past, but those that could ultimately merge with the stripped-away destiny pattern and succeed in the end were few and far between, with most participants turning into mutilated monsters.

Not to mention that their souls drifted apart from each other under the stimulation, their intelligence greatly degraded.

Even their bodies deformed under the stimulation of the destiny pattern, turning neither human nor beast, and in the end they could only be put out of their misery.

Even though everyone up and down White Deer Grotto continuously deduced and perfected this bizarre art of lodging destiny patterns, there were still repeated deviations in the end, unable to achieve the most perfect result.

Until today.

Yuchen let out a breath of stale air.

He was originally one of the most senior Golden Curs in White Deer Grotto, and reckoning up to the present, his remaining lifespan and fate were not much.

Changing his appearance and coming to the Great River Alliance