Within the black hole, the little demon emperor Zhen Ye was suffering so much he couldn't speak.
After all, he was still young, and hadn't cultivated much. Before the demon emperor bloodline had awakened, his cultivation had not been much stronger than other monster beasts. When he left the Little Silver Ancient Mountain on his own last time, he had been severely injured, and it had not been easy for him to return to his original state. Then, he had been unintentionally poisoned by Ling Chuxi till his head was spinning, and before he could fully recover, he had been swept up into a black hole.
The blood mist formed a deep vortex around him, and a wave of qi tugged him into an unknown space.
'Why am I always so unlucky?' Zhen Ye fought against the suction, trying not to cry.
In the depths of his soul, an ancient call sounded.
His blood felt like it was boiling, so hot that it could even affect his demon emperor constitution.
