"Desolate Martial…"
Mo Qing chanted internally.
When she heard that title, Yun Zhu fell into deep thought. She recalled the many ancient books she had read up till this point of her cultivation and wanted to find clues about Desolate Martial.
However, she could not figure anything out even after thinking for a long time.
She had definitely not heard of Desolate Martial.
Even Desolate Martial's methods earlier on were not things she had witnessed before.
The Martial Dao Prime Body remained silent and closed his eyes, immersed in the Hell Suppression Tripod and sensing the changes within.
The Hell Suppression Tripod was once an Emperor weapon. Even if its cultivation realm fell, now that the four Sacred Souls within were awakened, it was at least a sentient Dharmic treasure.
