"Those Zhewu who perished died in a tragic manner, their bodies burst apart and turned into dust. Anyway, as your father, I do not wish to pass through that door."
Qi Yun sighed.
Even though many years have passed, he still feels a pang of trepidation. The scene from that day left a profound impression on him.
Blood, blood everywhere, along with countless severed limbs, a sight that made one's skin crawl. At the time, Qi Yun was still young, only seventeen years old. Though he had seen many things outside, he was still a youth.
Witnessing such a bloody scene, he had nightmares for days afterwards. Yet, it was precisely this experience that allowed him to grow, eventually becoming the kind of Emperor who remains composed even when Mount Tai crumbles before his eyes!
Li Qingmu was dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.
Does such a place really exist?
He found it absurd, but all the phenomena and evidence seemed to confirm its existence.
