"Brother Dong, where are you? Can you do something for me?"
The sweet voice of Pang Lin rang in Dong Tianze's mind.
In a cave dwelling within the Yin Spirit Temple on the Xuan You Continent, there pervaded a thick scent of blood.
Drops of blood marks of varying colors, like glimmering crystals, were arranged in complex formations within the bloodiness.
If one looked at the blood marks magnified a million times, they would discover an array of intricately interwoven bloodline crystal chains that encompassed the bloodline truths of an entire race.
At this moment, Dong Tianze was seated amidst the blood, using his Spiritual Soul to decode those bloodline mysteries, turning them into his own power.
When Pang Lin's request was heard, he was somewhat puzzled.
Since the Old Thunder Dragon was captured alive and imprisoned in Panshi Fragment Land, none of the Human Race sect powers above should dare target Pure Land or Pang Lin.
