“Sacred race?”

As these two words echoed through the mist, space seemed to ripple faintly. There was no longer any noise to be heard from their surroundings, as if all things were being suppressed.

From the sight of patriarch Cang Xuan’s gloomy expression, Zhou Yuan could faintly feel the suffocating feeling from those two words. All of a sudden, he recalled the scenes he had seen in the underground palace of the Battle Puppet Sect in Black Water.

A long time ago, ...