Ye Sheng said, "You can leave first. I will bring you along. We will never be separated."
Beauty Zhou nodded and believed in ye Sheng's words.
Ten tombs surrounded Ye Sheng. He stood in the center and looked around. A silent sorrow filled his heart.
These ten people were once high-spirited and looked down on the past and present. At such a young age, they had barged into the primal chaos ancestral land and slaughtered everyone.
But in the end, they had all turned into a pile of yellow soil.
Beauty Zhou and ye Yun 'er both left. The azure-robed senior sister was engraving one mysterious array rune after another in the surroundings. With her status as an emperor, the array she could create was definitely a world-shaking array.
Four hours later, the azure-robed senior sister stopped. All living things around the entire mausoleum withered. Fresh flowers withered, plants withered and yellowed, and the earth cracked.