There was nothing domineering or oppressive about the old man; he was just like an ordinary elder pouring his heart out to a friend.
But the words he spoke still made Netherworld feel a chill run through his heart.
This problem was something he himself had actually noticed, yet in a place like the Ancient Battle Realm, in the midst of war against the Era-Ancient Civilization, he simply had no Time to make any adjustments.
Likewise, perhaps it really was because of Li Chen's influence that, over the years, the Malignant Qi accumulating in his heart had grown more and more severe.
Others might not understand, but he himself knew very clearly what sort of Way his own Palm Realm was walking.
The Way of Slaughter!
Back then, even Li Chen, when he saw Netherworld's Way, had felt infinitely complicated.
Because this kind of Way was simply too dangerous.
