Wen Qingye, of course, paid Hankong no mind. He gazed at the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele before him, which emanated an endless divine charm. A trace of curiosity and a stir of his spirit showed in his eyes.
Everyone was scrambling and vying with one another; almost no one was paying attention to Wen Qingye.
If the crowd could see Wen Qingye now, they would be utterly aghast. He had actually managed to get this close to the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele. Aside from Huang Zhentian, who had died upon it, he was the only one.
He gradually came to stand before the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele. Aside from a splash of crimson, it exuded a primitive, boundless aura. The stele before him seemed to tower between heaven and earth, a supreme pressure washing over him.
His heart skipped a beat as his Primordial Spirit slowly drifted out of his body. The incomplete Primordial Spirit floated in the air, looking somewhat ethereal.
WHOOM!
