The furious sea of blood covered the sky, an endless terror of energy surging and roaring across the heavens, who would have thought, this world-ending aura, could come merely from the eruption of an Imperial Blood?
No one noticed, in the distance among the crowd, a unscrupulous figure was hiding behind a large rock, baffled, staring at the blood sea before him murmuring, "Damn, why can't I recall, such a familiar aura, who left it behind?"
If anyone had heard him, they would undoubtedly be shocked, no one had ever seen the Imperial Blood in the Heavenly Star Stele, let alone sense a familiar aura from it.
The confusion in his eyes didn't seem fake at all, as if he genuinely found the aura very familiar but couldn't seem to remember it.
Inside the Heavenly Star Stele, Yang Zhen could no longer pay attention to anything else, for the people outside the Heavenly Star Stele could barely endure such terrifying aura, let alone Yang Zhen, who was in the midst of it all.
