Very soon, Zhou Yan's thoughts came to a halt because he no longer continued to deduce or think further. The red-haired elder before him had interrupted his thoughts.
"Wan Jian Tian... that was the name I used when I was very young. Now, I am decayed and have not used that name for a long time. Nowadays, people either call me the 'Wan Hun Ancestor' or the 'Ten Thousand Soul Ghost Demon.'"
Wan Jian Tian's voice was indeed very old, such that the situation was very different from when he had first met Wan Jian Tian.
But Zhou Yan was completely certain that this was neither the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb, nor could it be some Netherworld Heavenly Road.
Nor would there be any Primordial Magnetic Pole Light or Twelve Magnetic Light Columns.
For here, there was only a Blood River, an endless, horrifying Blood River, with chains of order, the chains shimmering with a sheen akin to terrifying Void Tribulation Thunder.
This sheen could instantly destroy a Venerable.
