Mo Xue Ming frowned deeply, trying to deduce the heavenly secrets behind it.
Ever since the end of the ancient war, Xuanyuan Moxie had not taken action for countless years. Now, suddenly emerging, there must be something extremely important to deal with.
...
Nine Heavens Divine Dragon Palace.
Swish.
Black demonic energy flickered.
Ye Chen's figure emerged from the Dark Stele.
The entire Dark Stele resembled a jet-black crystal stone, hovering in front of him, with a large "Dark" character on it, seemingly imbued with the dark atmosphere of the Nine Nether Purgatory.
Feeling these dark auras, Ye Chen's heart remained serene.
He had subdued this Dark Stele, completely mastering the demonic qi within it. He had just used the Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds, greatly depleting his bones and spiritual energy, but under the nurturing of the Dark Stele's aura, he returned to normal.
"Repress."
