The ancient painting before me seemed to come to life; Eight Kings carrying the coffin, within it a figure appeared to stir, behind him black and white intertwined, like the black night and bright day, as if divine and demonic.
"Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?" Lin Jianyue exclaimed in shock.
"Where exactly is this Great Seal now?"
Zhao Jie Xuan's eyes were deep and he stared at the figure intently. Behind it, not only black and white intertwined, but it held a Great Seal in its hand.
Rumble...
At this moment, violent tremors came from outside the temple, as if mountains collapsing, like Thunder Shock, grand and unseen, formidable beyond approach.
"They sure came quickly." Zhao Jie Xuan's gaze solidified into a line, he turned to look.
"Zhao Jie Xuan, you really know how to run, like a rat scurrying through the Hundred Thousand Mountains. With skills like yours, why not join the Wuwei Sect and compete for the Rat's position?"
