The turbid cyclone rotated slowly.

A mysterious passage inside it slowly opened like a flower bud.

This passage also connected to the Dark Abyss.

It could be another treasured land that had infinite vitality and wonders, or a very dangerous place where countless intruders were buried!

“Nie Tian!” Grand Monarch Thousand Spirits shrieked loudly, staring at the Spirit Scepter, which had escaped from Grand Monarch Soul Capturer’s grasp and was drifting away from the turbid cyclone.

Grand Monarch Soul Capturer’s hand that had held the scepter was covered with blood.

His face, which was thin, haggard, and strangely insidious, twitched suddenly.

A new mark was about to form between his eyebrows.

He wanted to recapture the Spirit Scepter with the soul wonders that he had comprehended.

Dazzling starlight...