Jiang Yan's fingertips touched the Taotie pattern on the bronze tripod, and the blood stains that had dried for three thousand years inside the tripod suddenly squirmed.
Visions surged in—
The leader of Tongtian Cult stood on the top of the collapsed Biyou Palace, and the Immortal Killing Sword Formation screamed like a dying giant beast. His Taoist robe was soaked with blood, but he looked up to the sky and laughed: "What a god! It turns out that there are three thousand Jin'ao Islands outside Jin'ao Island!"
The next second, the illusion collapsed.
