Nirvana.
Endless darkness.
A biting chill climbed up inch by inch along his spine.
Chen Fan felt that his soul was being torn apart.
That was the thunder tribulation of the great perfection of the tribulation period.
It is also his only chance in this life.
Unfortunately, the success failed.
What's even more tragic is that it was not Heaven that killed him, but his "brother" who he had trusted for hundreds of years.
"Chen Yan, your All Souls Canon is mine after all."
The cold laughter echoed in the remaining soul.
Chen Yan closed his eyes.
Unwilling, overwhelming unwillingness.
If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife...
I will let you and others pay with blood!
I will make that heavenly book truly contain all the beasts of the prehistoric times and rise above the nine heavens!
Boom--!
A dazzling white light suddenly exploded.
Consciousness sinks.
