In the blood mist of the cold pool, every inch of Chu Zhaoran's bones was screaming! The thirteen-day countdown to death pierced his retinas, but the fairyland treasure stolen by his fiancée triggered the golden magic lines under his skin. When the remnant soul of the demon cultivator roared and broke through the dungeon, the system suddenly popped up a scarlet warning: [The first-generation Immortal Emperor's body-seizing program has been detected]. He grinned and swallowed the last blood marrow pill. Amidst the loud noise of the palace's forbidden area collapsing, he grabbed Lin Qingyue's blood-stained clothes: "Why don't we cook this heavenly way...?"
