Sheyang City.
Dao Palace Grand Hall.
Here stands a huge sacrificial altar, entirely condensed from golden breath soil, which radiates golden light. The breath soil on the altar is not static; all the sand is flowing, with faint flashes of formation patterns appearing within.
Suddenly, the sand in the center of the altar swelled up, and blood-red light beams emerged from it, quickly forming a human figure.
At a closer look, it was the appearance of Wu Yanwei!
However, at this moment, Wu Yanwei does not have a human appearance; his soul is in the form of breath soil, unable to take human form.
"Unforgivable!"
Wu Yanwei was furious beyond measure.
He was fully aware of the dangers of the City of No Pretense, this strange city not under Dao Palace's control, which many elders entered never to return. He almost ended up like them!
If it weren't for his contingency plans, even his Ancestral Artifact would have been left behind.
