"Cough!"
A cough echoed, and it came from an old man dressed in gray. He approached and said, "This is the final secluded place of the Red King, and no one dares to enter."
He had to remind them, though he was a follower, he wasn't hostile. He was on a mission, fearing that the desolate would act recklessly.
The Red King had a fierce reputation.
He hadn't appeared for many years, yet he was still remembered by the world.
Even beings from the Different Domain regarded this Immortal King as too fierce.
Behind, many people felt regret. Why remind the desolate? Let him enter and seek death on his own.
In the ancient land, immortal aura permeated. It was a manifestation of power and terror, akin to Immortal Qi, a substance of the same level, and it was very rich here.
Shi Hao did not enter. He stood there, closing his eyes, as if feeling the essence, or perhaps lost in thought.
