"Young friend, are you satisfied with the first gift this old man has given you?"
On the ninth layer of the Divine Tomb, the Ancient Chaos, holding the Spirit of a red-eyed elder, smiled as he spoke to Ning Fan.
With a wave of his hand, he directly handed the drowsy, dying Spirit over to Ning Fan.
He had witnessed Ning Fan's secret technique for refining Spirits and could infer its specific divine skills to an extent.
Understanding that this Spirit would be useful to Ning Fan, he could only provide him with this one.
He had an agreement with the Shenxu Progenitor and thus could not act recklessly or engage in excessive slaughter here...
Ning Fan's expression seemed as calm as a still lake, but inside, he remained in a state of shock.
He never imagined that the final three layers of the Divine Tomb were all mausoleums of the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor.
