Upon hearing the tragic news, Jun Huang's mind nearly went blank.
The tone of the Sun-Eroding Cry was gentle, but every word fell into his ears like the weighty thunder of ten thousand pounds, striking his Divine Soul, almost bringing his thoughts to a halt.
The muffled rumble of the surrounding rolling magma, along with the scorching wind howling in the Void, seemed to be suddenly pulled away, separated by a thick barrier, making it difficult to hear clearly for a moment.
When he learned that his sister, Jun Yixue, successfully earned a spot to enter the Heaven Burial Palace, he was immensely joyful. After all, it was an opportunity beyond the reach of ordinary people; he could even imagine his sister's jubilant yet pretended calm appearance.
