Such an existence, situated in the Primal Chaos Realm's Imperial Capital and further protected by the powerful human fate, could suppress everything unless the Highest Heaven personally arrived.
How could such a mighty Mortal Emperor possibly be easily eroded by the contingency within the ancient bronze cauldron?
"Could it be that my interference led to some kind of unexpected consequence?"
Shen Yuan could only make such a conjecture.
Before he could ponder the reasons carefully, he suddenly witnessed Yu Ke, whose Spirit Soul was being extracted by the Unimpeded Netherworld Divine Power, emitting a painful wail.
On that ashen Spirit Soul, patches reminiscent of the setting sun began to appear, spreading with an eerie aura.
Shen Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
"It's indeed a method from the Dusk Realm, those Dusk Realm cultivators want to silence him!"
