"Aside from the Nine Nether Saint Ancestor, whose corpse could possibly be this enormous?"
Bai Nian paid no mind to Xiao Yan's astonishment, as though he had expected it all along.
"So this is the body of a Dou Di?"
Gazing at the terrifying, seemingly endless corpse before him, Xiao Yan's eyes filled with wonder.
He remembered that, in the original novel, a Dou Di could refine heaven and earth into their own body. Once their true Dou Di form appeared, the entire continent would tremble. Yet when he actually saw a Dou Di's corpse, the sight still shook him to the core.
Compared to this, the corpses of the Purple Heavenly Demon Python, the Nine Netherworld Python, and even the Seven-Colored Demon Saint he had encountered before were nothing more than tiny earthworms.
"A Dou Di!" A trace of longing finally appeared in Xiao Yan's eyes as he gazed at the corpse.
This was a true powerhouse, someone who could split heaven and earth with a wave of the hand and hold the entire continent's life and death in their grasp.
"If this is the Nine Nether Saint Ancestor's corpse, then that thing beside it must be the nine nether wind flame, right?"
While Xiao Yan stood dazed, Hun Miaomiao's voice suddenly rang out.
"The nine nether wind flame?"
Xiao Yan's mind stirred, and he looked into the distance. The tail of that immense mountain range curled into a circle, within which the nether winds blew even more fiercely. Even from far away, he could feel their icy chill.
At the center of those swirling gales, a flame spun madly like a tornado as it slowly burned.
The flame was pitch-black, and the aura brewing within it was terrifying. Though clearly a mass of fire, it carried a chill