The Netherworld Race
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In a dark and gloomy cave, an illusory figure was seated cross-legged on a stone platform.
Her body was like a divine soul, but it was not a divine soul.
It was between the illusory and the real.
Her body emitted a faint cold aura.
Suddenly, her body solidified, and a solemn expression appeared on her beautiful and cold face.
She shouted in a low voice, "Who is it?"
A gentle voice was heard in reply.
"Hello, little friend. I was looking for a fated person through the Great Dao. Little friend, you have the honor of coming into contact with me. I wonder which race you are from and what is your cultivation level?"
"Who are you?"
"I am the Daoseeker. Are you willing to provide me with that information? I have a Great Dao Communication Group, and there are fellow Daoists in the Dao realm there. Are you willing to join us?"
His voice was gentle and did not contain any hostility. He spoke in the tone of a kind senior.