Dead.
Tang Xianzhuo had ultimately died.
He had failed to block Chen Yuan's strongest strike, losing utterly under that single blow.
Chen Yuan stood in the void, slowly closing his eyes.
A wisp of green Qi Fortune light, invisible to ordinary people, surged into Chen Yuan's body in an instant.
In the depths of his consciousness, the Qi Fortune Altar slowly absorbed the Qi Fortune, turning gently for a moment as a new opportunity for guidance welled up in Chen Yuan's heart.
"In the Blood Lake at the Liangyou Border of Shuzhou, lies the hundred-year spirit wood, reaching up to heaven and extending through Earth, teeming with endless green, quivering the cosmos to discern the will of Heaven!"
Opening his eyes, Chen Yuan's gaze shot out a bright essence.
Shuzhou Border, Blood Lake, Spirit Wood, the will of Heaven…
Could it be that this opportunity was meant to let him take a shortcut and directly comprehend the intentions of heaven and earth?
