The words of the ancient figure made Ye Feng's brow furrow tightly. At first, he had thought that this corpse and soul emerged from the same place, formed at the same origin.
But now, after hearing the words of the ancient figure, he suddenly realized that the owner of this corpse and this ancient figure did not originate from the same place at all.
Coming from different origins, yet meeting at this moment in the same place—what could this possibly signify?
Ye Feng did not dare to imagine, nor did he want to overthink it.
All he felt was an overwhelming chill enveloping his entire being.
His understanding of Kunlun was limited; he only knew simply that within a mini-world, there was a miniature universe.
And that universe is: Kunlun.
Once again, he felt his insignificance and smallness, as well as the vastness of the universe, more so realizing the extraordinary nature of the figure before him.
