A figure surrounded by howling Yin Wind, with ten thousand ghosts wailing, and a Flood Dragon of dozens of feet coiling around him, stands above a faintly visible dark river of the Netherworld, filled with countless resentful spirits surging and lamenting, accompanied by the devilish music of the Yellow Spring, entering the Abyss Blood Pool.
The elder gazed at the Flood Dragon Saint Son entering the Abyss Blood Pool, with an expression of amazement in his eyes, then slightly shook his head.
The other person fused with a remnant soul of a Yellow Springs Flood Dragon, a fortune truly defying the heavens.
Yet, such a person with heavenly fortune is so obsessed and in love with a woman, which indeed goes against the way of cultivation.
Otherwise, for a genius of such level, he would have been completely willing to recommend him to the Myriad Beasts Demon Sect.
However, everyone has their own fate.
