Whoosh—
Qin Jun and the two others were flying. They were on a blue beam of light, surrounded by lightning, without gravity, so Qin Jun could only fly by pushing with his spiritual power.
Soon, they saw white light ahead, which must be the end.
"Your Majesty, it's better to be cautious later on, and don't stray from us," Yuan Hong turned his head and cautioned, his Fine Iron Rod on his shoulder reflecting a cold gleam.
Qin Jun nodded, feeling both nervous and excited.
Demonic Dao Nine Sovereigns, damn!
The title itself sounded overwhelming. If he could level the Abyss Sect, his status, as well as that of the Great Qin Kingdom, would surely skyrocket.
Before long, the three of them plunged into the white light at the end.
Upon opening his eyes again, Qin Jun landed, and what met his gaze was a blood-red sky, eerily silent, with cliffs on both sides—they must be in a canyon. Beneath their feet was an altar, surrounded by piles of demon beast skeletons.
