"Primordial King… how many years has it been… yet you are no longer here."
Qin Baichu's jade-like hand clenched tightly, her slender nails almost sinking into the tender flesh, her beautiful eyes trembled, brimming with tears that fell freely.
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Cloudy mountains like the sashes of Immortals, fluttering and ethereal.
In the ancient Cave Mansion, the Tripod Furnace blazed with raging True Fire, emitting thunderous "rumbling" noises.
The faint scent of alchemy mixed with the pungent odor of blood.
Through the murky blood-red haze, Lv Xianyang slowly emerged, looking at the phenomena in the sky, his face devoid of any expression.
"The Primordial King has emerged, the supreme among the younger generation finally cannot sit still," Wu Xuanxin revealed a grim smile.
"Zhoudao fancied he could sweep through his peers, but now his nemesis has finally arrived."