"The true Pantao?"
Li Yan certainly knows about Pantao.
Back then, the Pantao Conference in the capital caused havoc, creating wicked entities watered by the vital blood of countless children.
Within the Nine Gates Yin Ruins, he even found the true body of the Pantao tree.
That thing is indeed sinister.
The bark twisted, formed by countless tightly adhered, agonizing children's faces, with lush green leaves dripping with vitality, roots blood-colored, embedded upon layers of white bones.
Amidst the bone heaps stands a altar, offering tribute to a divine statue with leopard tail, tiger teeth that can roar, crowned with a crested bird, the ancient fierce divine statue of the Queen Mother, unlike the current Fude Zhengshen is completely different.
Surely, there are many secrets contained within, but with the death of Zhao Qingxu, no one knows anymore.
Li Yan withdrew his thoughts, his gaze at Chen Yuanlu now filled with vigilance.
"Pantao?"
