A shiver ran down Ye Tianling's spine. He snapped back to his senses and looked at the Blood Moon again, but it had already returned to normal.
But Ye Tianling knew that it was no illusion.
"Whatever you are, bring it on! No matter what you are, I, Ye Tianling, will not fear you!"
Ye Tianling murmured, his gaze growing even more resolute.
A cold wind blew past, making Ye Tianling shudder. But gradually, as his Dragon Blood circulated and the Dragon Soul-like Divine Power flowed quietly through his veins, his body quickly warmed up.
The sinister chill also quickly dissipated.
"The Great Dao ends with withered bones in a world of dust; Emperor's Blood and Dragon Soul mark the passage of time. Why is creation's fate so full of sorrow? How many Venerables have known such grief?
