"Cultivation has no end, bones accumulate and turn to ash."
In the pitch-black ruins above the Cold Pond, Zhou Yan stood like a Lonely Crane, murmuring to himself.
This was a lament that emanated from the Golden Battle Armor figure, which was transformed from the Sword Qi of the Xuanyuan Sword Fragment.
His language was moreover the language of the Tai Chu Rune.
These few words, merely a dozen or so characters, yet they conveyed the rugged path and hardships of the cultivation journey.
Zhou Yan stood on this spot for a moment, then moved through the Void with the Netherworld Body Technique.
However, at the moment he traversed the Void, Zhou Yan was suddenly struck by a chilling sensation, sensing something watching him—those were eyes, cold and malevolent, with a bloodthirsty gaze.
