"The Supreme Sword God Realm is truly mystical!"
Chu Feng looked at the elderly master in shock, as if he used the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed. This must be the most primal state of cultivation for a cultivator.
Following Si Huang and others, they approached the elderly master.
Still seven or eight meters away, Chu Feng could smell wafts of foul stench assaulting his nose.
It was like the smell of dead fish, extremely unpleasant.
Only upon closer inspection did Chu Feng realize that beneath the elder, there was a yellow liquid oozing out, already covering the ground. Some had already dried and solidified.
The elder's hair was like withered grass, dry and lifeless.
His clothes, face, and other places were all smeared with filth. Even the true face of the elder was barely discernable.
"This, this is the Heavenly Person Five Decays, even immortals can't save him!"
