Over ten thousand years, it was just the Evil Moon's means to prevent the divine being from moving forward.
In the depths of consciousness, it felt like that place was attracting the divine being, moving and moving, unknowingly accelerating the passage of time a hundredfold, reaching over a hundred years for him.
The Evil Moon felt quite defeated.
Compared to the Evil Blade...
He unconsciously looked at the Sun Shooting Bow, still wandering in horror amidst Xie Tian's chaotic massacre, finally finding some sense of achievement.
"Am I really so unwelcome..."
With a bitter smile of self-mockery, the Evil Moon suppressed his unusual emotions, his brows gradually furrowing, contemplating the state of Xie Tian's split soul and naive Spirit Root after falling into the Gate of Chaos.
"At least they can still bear it for now..."
