Above the Withered Forest, it's unknown how many broken secret realms are spread around. These once belonged to Venerable Blood Mountain, and now at least thousands, even tens of thousands of them, have shattered.
Within one of the broken secret realms.
It was clearly an icy and snowy scene, the entire secret realm covered in more than half a foot of snow and solid ice. As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be no sign of life.
But at this moment, there was a figure leaning against a block of solid ice.
The person was dressed in a tattered blue robe, with hair that had turned gray, eyes filled with void, and two points of light deep within seemed ready to extinguish at any moment, the aura diminished to the utmost.
"I didn't actually die!"
Ye Qingchen coughed up blood in large gulps, a hint of surprise evident in his eyes.
The injuries were too severe.
