Chen Wang’s Death

A demonic-looking figure, a great roc.

Also skilled in the Bloodcurse Imprint and Stellar Transposition; although previously Qin Wentian wasn’t proficient in any of the nine ultimate arts, he was the one that obtained the completed Divine Stele. In that case, things made sense now.

As he thought of this, Chen Wang inclined his head, staring at the silhouette standing atop the great roc. His heart pounded incessantly, as his countenance turned pale white.

It was him.

It was definitely him.

He didn’t die in the Pill Emperor Hall. And now he had returned in the guise of another.

The power of his bloodline was even stronger, like the overlord of all demons. The explosive augmentation of his bloodline let him break past the bindings of cultivation realms, allowing him to project an aura similar to third level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns.