At this moment.
Across the endless space storm, what could still fall into Chen Yuan's eyes must be the apex existence of those Supreme Great Sects.
Among them was a youth like a great sun, enveloped in endless divine radiance.
The Divine Son of the True Yang Palace!
"I will soon enter the ancient ruins and annihilate you all."
Chen Yuan murmured, cold light flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, he was still in a fog.
The actions of the Heavenly Law Taoist and many Immortal Sects were still shrouded in mystery.
If Chen Yuan was not the most important piece, then who would be?
What were these intricate stratagems of the numerous Immortal Sects ultimately for?
"Could it be..."
Chen Yuan, as if realizing something, shuddered from head to toe.
He abruptly raised his head, pushing his Heavenly Eye to the extreme, his eyes like blazing torch-like blue-gold fires, suddenly gazing toward the heavens of the ancient ruins.
Following this.
