"Me?"
Chen Yuan was slightly taken aback.
"That's right."
The voice replied.
"When the Lord left, he left a mark on me."
"If I encounter someone who wields the Immortal Demon Power, the mark will automatically be lifted."
Upon hearing this.
Chen Yuan couldn't help but be moved.
His Immortal Demon Power was obtained from the ancient relics of Central Earth, that bronze coffin, and the corpse of the greatest Immortal Demon.
If all of this was within someone else's calculations, wouldn't that be too terrifying?
After all, this had happened tens of millions of years ago.
"I know what you're thinking, although the Lord is the supreme existence, he never schemes these things."
"Throughout the ages, those who cultivate both Immortal and Demon arts are extremely rare, but not nonexistent."
"It's just that no one could arrive here, or even encounter me."
"This is a kind of fate, and also a kind of destiny."
The vast voice lamented.
