Gudu, gudu...
As the head hit the ground and rolled a few times, darkness surged in unapologetically.
Qu Yaan's wide eyes were about to close, only to see a person in black hovering in the air.
Is there someone else?
Who is this person?
Why do they seem familiar?
Unfortunately, death left him no time to think; his consciousness was instantly devoured by darkness.
Without so much as a glance at Qu Yaan, Chu Ming slashed off the head of the person being refined, then reached out with his right hand, and the Primordial Artifact brought the Cyan Stone Ancient Lamp flying over.
A stone lamp of unknown material, with no visible fuel, yet the wick bore a faint blue glow.
No matter how fiercely the wind blew, the blue light of the wick did not waver.
"Is this the Cyan Stone Ancient Lamp? Said to contain the relic of the Cyan Flame Immortal?"
According to the secrets obtained from the Netherwind Space, the relics of the Cyan Flame Immortal are not few.
