This is his legend, his story!
At this moment, Su He found himself neglecting, forgetting the feeling of Yuan Corruption. It wasn't that his memory was severed, but rather that it was buried deep, difficult to unearth.
In the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace, Baiyin carved a series of Talisman Runes, turning the captured existences into stars scattered above the palace.
At the same time, he looked down at Su He and chuckled, "Little man, help me!"
The Yuan Venerable Immortals who had been slain, along with all the legends and deeds, were sealed within the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace, but simply letting them in wasn't enough; they needed to be suppressed!
Su He understood and leapt straight into the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace.
The Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace hadn't been fully refined yet, the four passages were like iron chains, trapping the palace. But at this moment, the White Tiger Passage hadn't formed.
