Qing Jian Tomb.
At the end.
At the front of the Blood Bridge, Su Chen was standing there, and behind him was Shen Yiyao.
Shen Yiyao's expression was very serious, and her clear gaze showed fear and concern. Her two pale hands were tightly clenched, as if she was praying for something quietly.
"Old Dragon, Jiuyou, did you feel anything?" Su Chen asked. Although confident, he wasn't arrogant. He knew from Shen Yiyao about the danger of the Blood Bridge, which could be described as absolute peril, where death was certain. Naturally, without enough preparation and understanding, he wouldn't rashly move forward.
Su Chen's confidence came from his uniqueness, whether it was his Divine Mansion or Bloodline, and also the insights of Old Dragon and Jiuyou.
"I feel nothing. These blood-colored mists before me seem to have some solid texture, like walls blocking my Divine Soul's detection," Jiuyou said quietly.
