"My goodness, look, the ground over in the North Suburb has all turned red!"
"These white particles, this pale yellow fluff, could it be bone and flesh?"
"An immortal arts battle, is it really a meat grinder?"
"Huh? This video got 404'd! Was it too gory?"
Huang Sitong lay on the bed, the quilt covering her head.
At this very moment, she was in a dream.
She sat in a dark little room, sitting before a candle, holding a thumb-sized Harlan Zhongli, lost in thought.
The dim candlelight also illuminated the worried faces of two ancient immortals.
It illuminated a bell on the table, carved with dragon patterns, phoenix patterns, and kui patterns.
This bell was a token passed down by the Holy Land. When the Celestial Palace inheritor and the Holy Land inheritor meet, the bell will ring on its own!
But now, the bell remained silent, the Celestial Palace inheritor was nowhere to be seen, yet the first Harlan Zhongli of the Holy Land legacy had already been snatched away by others!
