The voice was ancient, coming from a great distance.
It was not a roar but merely a flat statement that entered Luo Chen's ears with exceptional clarity.
Suddenly, a guess emerged in Luo Chen's mind.
Divine Consciousness Voice Transmission!
But spanning thousands of miles and not being targeted transmission, how strong must one's Divine Soul Endowment be to be heard so clearly!
Luo Chen swallowed, stabilizing his spirit.
Suddenly shaking his head, he looked up again.
In his dim eyes, he vaguely saw another scene under the vast thunderclouds.
A young Dao Cultivator, wearing a complexly patterned White Bone Dao robe, sat on a White Bone cart, looking down at the continuous mountains.
Pulling him along was a Three-headed Dragon.
At the moment, it was baring its teeth and staring furiously at the elder opposite it.
Dressed in a green robe, his white hair neatly draped behind him.
