"Ten colors!"
Ten beams of light flashed by, and these ten beams were especially familiar to Yang Yan.
*Wasn't this the scene he encountered in the West Soil of the human world, when he came across the ten-colored Immortal Corpse?*
These ten different colors, he had only seen possessed by the ten-colored Immortal Corpse until now.
The other cultivators, including himself.
Even if they could condense ten-colored abnormal phenomena, they couldn't achieve the mystical spectacle of the ten-colored Immortal Corpse.
And within this airflow, he felt a familiarity.
"The ten-colored Immortal Corpse, could it be in the Immortal Burial Valley?" Yang Yan wondered,
The ten-colored Immortal Corpse, during its time in the West Soil of the human world, had been defeated by Yang Yan.
Then the opponent, carrying the Great Brahma Tree, escaped into the endless void, its whereabouts unknown.
Yang Yan had no choice; in the endless void, he couldn't find a trace of the other party.
