Yang Chen proceeded cautiously, and the further he went, the more he felt the gloomy atmosphere surrounding him, as if there were an unfathomable conspiracy hidden in the darkness.
There must be extraordinary secrets in the Ling Wang's Sleeping Palace. He was growing more and more impatient to uncover the veil of these secrets.
Thinking while walking.
He was getting closer and closer to the ancient castle.
But just at that moment, suddenly, a cold chill rushed towards Yang Chen.
As soon as this chill spread, Yang Chen immediately felt that something was wrong. He quickly retreated, and the next moment, a loud explosion came from his position.
Then, the earth's grass and trees began to decay and crumble completely.
Yang Chen's eyes narrowed, and what he saw was an elder with white hair and wrinkled hands like dry wood.
The Elder had a gloomy smile on his face, chuckled a couple of times, and locked his gaze on Yang Chen.
