He sat upright on the pitch-black throne, surrounded by a faint Demonic Qi. His brows and eyes remained anciently clear, yet bore the marks of age and unfathomable depths.
"It's really you, Master!"
A trace of understanding flashed in Ren Tianxing's eyes.
Xu Chen sighed gently, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of helplessness:
"What should I say to you? Since you guessed it was me, you still dared to come willingly?"
Ren Tianxing was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:
"Because 'He' sent me!"
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly turned mad, and the aura surrounding him instantly distorted.
His flesh turned pale as paper at a visible speed, his body elongated further, and a bizarre sacred halo surrounded him. Beneath the halo, twisted patterns seemed to squirm.
He clasped his hands together and uttered strange Dao sounds, repeatedly echoing in the great hall:
"Yet you do not ascend?"
"Yet you do not ascend?"
