In the void, something felt amiss; there were inexplicable ripples, a scent of blood in the wind, rendering the Three Thousand Greenstone Ancient Path eerily desolate and bone-chillingly cold.
"What are you talking about?" The Divine Striking Stone was startled. It was staying together with the Emperor Butterfly and the Illusory Heaven Divine Vine at a distance, guarding Shi Hao while he cultivated. At this moment, it too began to sense something strange.
"Let me leave... I really don't want to face this kind of scene anymore." The Illusory Heaven Divine Vine trembled violently. From Ye Qianyu, the strongest of the Primordial Ancients, to the Five-Crowned King in later generations, it had witnessed misfortunes time and time again.
Divine Medicine, capable of surviving for eons, rarely decays or perishes, and thus bears witness to countless profound and tragic tales.
