Oblivion.
Endless darkness.
A bone-chilling cold crept inch by inch up his spine.
Chen Fan felt his soul being torn apart.
This was the lightning tribulation of a cultivator at the pinnacle of the Tribulation Transcendence stage.
It was also the only chance he would ever have.
But in the end, he failed at the final hurdle.
Worse still, it was not the Heavenly Dao that killed him, but the “brother” he had trusted for a hundred years.
“Chen Yan, your Myriad Spirits Codex will be mine at last.”
A cold laugh echoed through his broken soul.
Chen Yan closed his eyes.
He was furious, consumed by boundless fury.
If I am reborn... If I am reborn...
I will make you all pay in blood!
I will make that Heavenly Book truly record all the beasts of the primordial age and rise above the nine heavens!
Boom!
A dazzling white light suddenly burst forth.
His consciousness sank into darkness.
