The long river of time naturally has its enchanting clear waves.
A ripple of water, unfolds the reflections of too many people.
Lu Yan has flown away for a long time now, silent and soundless. In the dim ruins of the underground palace, Zhang Linchuan suddenly opens his mouth and spits out a piece of shattered organ.
There is no expression on his face, he only takes out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth clean.
If, with the Church of Lifeless destined to be annihilated now, he has already decided to kill for the path, he should not have let Lu Yan go just now.
But Lu Yan is not a simple Godly cultivator, with his Innate Nether Eyes, he cannot be compared to the small sect experts from the Central Region that swarmed in at the command of the Mirror world Platform, seeking to take advantage.
