Within the dimension tunnel, the Netherworld's Death Country spread like a mist in the dark, accompanied by terrifying flashes of lightning, roaring scarlet blood rain, and a sky on the verge of collapse.
The peerless Candle Dragon Venerable hovered silently in the boundless chaos.
She was just one step away from tearing through the dimension tunnel to reach the depths of the Qilin Immortal Palace to uncover its secrets.
After all, there was still a ward she had left behind in the Qilin Immortal Palace two thousand years ago.
With her authority, she could use it as an anchor point to pinpoint her target's location.
And thus open the gates of time and space.
But unexpectedly, in an instant, the Qilin vanished strangely from her perception.
"How is that possible?"
She murmured softly, "What you used just now was unexpectedly modern Chinese."
Her enchanting blood-red vertical pupils stared silently into the endless darkness, devoid of emotion.
