A voice, which seemed to control everything, suddenly echoed throughout the Purple Blood Demon treasury.
"Who is it?"
Han Wuji immediately stopped his actions, his cold eyes stared into the treasury, a bad premonition forming in his heart: "Could it be the being that the Purple Blood Cosmic God had sealed within the treasury?"
He had no idea what the Purple Blood Cosmic God had left behind in the treasury.
"Han Wuji, the Cosmic God once mentioned that you are too ambitious and full of schemes. Just as expected, as soon as the Cosmic God fell, you were so impatient to split the Purple Blood Demon God's Sect."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh... A purple storm was howling, amidst the endless noble light.
From deep within the treasury, a figure emerged. He was an old man wearing a purple robe, a faint smile on his face.
"Master?"