"This is the origin of the word!"
Yang Chuan thought so, simply closed his eyes and waited patiently.
In this waiting,
he didn't know how much time had passed.
Suddenly, Yang Chuan's whole body trembled, and the sensation he had just grasped completely vanished, the dazzling feeling enveloped in light gradually dissipated as well.
Whoosh!
A gentle breeze swept across his face. Slowly opening his eyes, what reflected in his vision was a world shrouded in darkness!
Yang Tian's surroundings were a stretch of barren sand. Naturally, there were other things that concerned Yang Chuan. Hanging in the dark sky was a moon resembling Earth's, yet it seemed stained with red, as if it could drop at any moment.
"Our demon world's blood, it's alright!"
A sudden voice sounded, and Yang Bu suddenly frowned, looking at the left sky.
In that place stood a tall, thin man, standing over there.
The man saw Yang Tian, who spoke first, able to spot him.
