On the ground, the wisp of black energy from before was about to sink into the depths, but at this moment, it was caught by a crimson glow, just like ice meeting fire.
A sizzling sound was emitted.
And from the black energy came a faint, terrified voice:
"Holy... Altar!"
The Qi Fortune Altar continued to turn, as if it was setting the gears of destiny in motion.
Chen Yuan was waiting for the guidance of this opportunity.
Thinking that the unusual purple Qi Fortune should bring something noteworthy.
...
...
Jingtai is dead, slain before all eyes.
Not giving anyone a chance to react.
Just now, the strongmen of the imperial court were thrilled by the sudden shift in the situation, believing that the court, after all, was not something the Jianghu could compare to.
Nor could Chen Yuan shake it.
But the result, the result...
