Turning back to the statue of Xing Tian, Xie Tian felt a surge of emotion.
How could he have never seen Xing Tian?
Compared to this statue, the sculpture of Xing Tian deep within the altar of the Great World of the Ancestors is more lifelike, almost like a real person. Unfortunately, it was shattered into dust by the Xie Blade.
"Even a millionth of its aura could determine my life or death, even creating a crack in the Xie Blade during battle..."
Yet even such a fierce figure perished in the primordial chaos.
Recalling the words of the Xie Blade—"Even you, little one, are dead,"—Xie Tian seemed to feel the dread of the Ancient Era once more.
This dread, which compelled ninety-nine percent of the Immortal Realm to keep their distance, only fueled his desire to delve deeper.
How to delve deeper?
The key lies in the Sea of Consciousness Blood Pearl, which almost contains all the inheritance of the witch tribes.
