The pitch-black and eerie spell spiraled like ink.
At times resembling the Candle Dragon.
At times resembling the Qilin.
At times resembling the Vermilion Bird.
Everyone knows, this is the supreme secret treasure created by the three Ancient Supremes.
But humans, clearly cannot bear it.
Who knows what is nurtured within the Divine Tree. With just one glance, he felt his head was going to explode, surrounded by ancient, low whispers, like the painful wails of someone in despair.
For a moment, accompanied by a hoarse and low laughter, terrifying flames suddenly erupted on the altar.
A terrifying silhouette was faintly sitting in the flames.
It was an old man with disheveled white hair, emaciated, draped in a Daoist robe.
It seemed to be flesh and blood, yet just a shadow.
Xu Fu!
"Don't look, that's not something you can indulge in."
