The Old Nine Gates: The Nine Clans of Yama

Hurry up and update more. The gray mist at Guixu Gate rolls on the sea, like the breath of some living creature. The huge door that reaches the sky and the earth is looming in the fog. The door is densely engraved with sealing runes. Each rune is the size of a house, exuding pressure that suppresses the world. The bloody altar was suspended a hundred feet in front of the door. Yan Wujiu stood in the center of the altar, his plain robe motionless under the blowing air of death. The former Imperial Seal in his hand slowly rotated, and with each turn, the blood on the altar became richer. "Nine." He counted the figures walking out of the First Generation Hall, "Just right." Shen Jue walked in the front, holding the rekindled heart lamp in his hand. The light was only as big as a bean, but it illuminated the gray fog within ten feet of the surrounding area and dispersed, revealing a clear space. "Yan Wu Jiu." Shen Jue's voice passed through the distance of a hundred feet and reached the other party's ears clearly, "Or should I call you... Master Yan?"

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