In the sea of consciousness.
The voice carried an ancient melancholic essence, rushing in without hesitation.
It did not surge into Jiang Hui's condensed sea of consciousness embodiment.
The vast and immortal voice reverberated within Jiang Jianghuai's true body's ears.
At this moment.
Even though Jiang Hui immediately blocked his perception, he still felt as if thunderclaps were echoing deep in his mind.
The entire sea of consciousness was shaking, even though it was just a single sentence, it seemed as if the true decree of the Great Taoist was descending.
Jiang Hui couldn't afford to feel the long-lost thrill from within his body, as the scene before his eyes changed once more.
In the pitch-black space, blood-colored gleams illuminated the heavens, it wasn't an anomaly but pure blood energy surging.
From ancient history to the present, there's brilliant crimson gleam everywhere, the place is boiling.
