Inside the ancient black chariot, Ye Xuan's face was distorted as he formed hand seals. Eerie fluctuations emanated out, causing the blood-colored formation to churn, spewing streams of strange blood light that were continuously devoured by Ye Xuan.
He was slaughtering across the Northern Continent, stirring the winds and clouds of Heaven and Earth, annihilating endless creatures, and devouring their cultivation Dao fruit—this was what Ye Xuan was doing at this moment.
In fact, Ye Xuan had intended to proceed gradually, but he truly had no time left. The South Sea Guanyin had been killed, and Western Lingshan would eventually receive the news. If he didn't advance to Daluo, he would face the furious wrath of Western Lingshan, a result he definitely did not want to encounter.
