It had been exactly seven days since he set out from the Seven Stars Sect, perfectly in line with Su Han's previous estimate. I wonder what kind of memory inheritance this Three-Eyed Divine Demon can bring me! Su Han took a slight breath, his eyes resolute as his consciousness entered the Prison Divine Palace once again.
The Prison Divine Palace seemed to transcend the constraints of time and space. It was eternal and indestructible, enduring through the ages.
Above the palace, three characters formed from coagulated blood were a vivid, dripping red, as if freshly stained. This blood contained a terrible pressure that could change the color of the heavens and the earth, plunging the sun and moon into darkness. It was the aura of gods and demons; a single thread of it was enough to crush an entire world, terrifying beyond compare.
