Sensing demon saint’s gaze, Meng Qi’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Just as he was about to approach the edge of the netherworld, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The image of the Jade Lake Rippling with golden water immediately appeared in his mind, as well as the lofty and indifferent gaze that hung down from the pavilion.
The mother of no life!
The mother of the Jade Lake!
It was truly haunting. Even though he had returned from the current node to the mythological era, he had always been watching his every move without the slightest bit of slack! Meng Qi raised his head slightly. His eyes were as deep as the sea, hiding countless invisible whirlpools, like one chaos point after another.
Their eyes met, and their gazes collided. The dim nine underworld suddenly turned pitch-black. The edge of the sky caved in and collapsed, turning into a terrifying chaotic hole that devoured everything around it, dispersing the fog of time.
