The Curse World, in front of the Endless Abyss, the Seventh Heavenly Stele stood majestically, mist surging, and the six Sky Marks attached to it revealed six heads.
Xiao Chen's heart was in turmoil, his powerful Divine Sense scanned repeatedly, filled with awe for those six heads, yet he must not retreat because of this.
He sat for several years, unnoticed by anyone, unknown to anyone where he was, not even Keke knew, not by his side.
Countless Divine Senses rebounded from the Stele like a flood breaking through a dam, like thousands of troops galloping, at this moment Xiao Chen felt as small as an ant, as weak as dust, constantly facing the risk of obliteration.
The Endless Divine Sense did not merge with him but continuously pierced through his Divine Sense like countless sharp knives and swords. It was a terrifying torment; Xiao Chen wanted to withdraw but couldn't, his mind was attached to the Seventh Heavenly Stele.
