"Damn Asna, you think you can afford the price of my life?"
"Do you wish to kill me, Yi Chengzi? I'm afraid your wisdom falls short of mine."
Inside Bear Cave, the Taoist's expression was fierce as he suddenly closed his eyes.
No one! Knew Deep Red! Better than Yi Chengzi!
Yi Chen had a feeling that after his True Technique broke through this time, he would ascend to an inconceivable realm.
Accompanied by the instantaneous deduction of seven hundred and fifty million Deep Red Points, strange yet familiar memories once again abruptly surfaced in the Taoist's mind.
Like glimpsing scenery from horseback, memories unfolded.
Twilight division, the world split in two.
Daytime belonged to cultivators; nighttime, to the playground of ghostly beings.
No one knew from when this ironclad ancient covenant had been passed down, but all cultivators or ghosts who violated this rule had been reduced to ashes.
Amidst the wilderness.
