Thirty minutes had finally passed, and Ye Chen had endured many trials and tribulations. But at this moment, having gained recognition, it felt as if some mysterious power had been bestowed upon his heart.
Yet Ye Chen didn't pay too much attention to it, as things were already set in stone; what he needed to deal with were the people in front of him.
With a casual flip of his hand, he stored the Dao Blood, Blood Armor, and Blood Sword into the space of the Ancient Ring. Compared to the space within his body, having Elder Yan's protection made him feel more at ease.
Then, he stepped onto the void and ascended into the sky, his garments fluttering and black hair billowing in the wind. Though he was just a young man, an invincible aura of supreme overbearingness emerged, his elegance peerless.