At an altitude of ten thousand meters.
There was a young boy.
His clothes were tattered and soaked in blood red, as if he was wearing a blood-red Taoist robe.
But if you looked closely, you would notice that some corners of the clothes were white.
That blood-red robe was all stained red with fresh blood!
Clearly, the boy high in the sky was seriously injured, his blood coloring the sky!
Even at this moment, fresh blood was slowly dripping from his arm.
But it was this seriously wounded boy who made all cultivators and martial artists from the Ancient Realm feel a chill in their hearts, as if they had fallen into the Jiuyou Abyss!
"Tap tap tap."
At this moment.
The young boy was descending slowly from ten thousand meters high, stepping down as if on a sky ladder, making rhythmic footsteps.
In the blink of an eye.
Chen Yuan had already crossed the ten thousand meters, arriving at the summit of Tianyun Mountain.
Everyone looked up.
Only to see.
