Now, centuries have passed since the battle in the Western Desert. At this moment, the Primordial Heaven and Earth have fallen into a mysterious calm.
Many great powers within the Primordial Heaven and Earth are still discussing the so-called Chasing Daoist, and that exquisitely crafted stone artifact destroyed by Hong Jun has also become a topic of conversation after meals.
Pingyu Jia Yitian, Demon Emperor Palace.
"Big brother, are you really going to do this?" Taiyi, with a worried expression on his face, asked as he sat on the throne.
"This Witch Tribe killed my child, severing the lineage of my Golden Crow, this hatred is as deep as the sea, as vast as the sky! How can I not seek revenge?" Di Jun's face remained calm, his words were cold but contained a bone-chilling eeriness.
