Just now, his consciousness was aware, but a chilling aura had taken control of it, forcing him toward the litter against his will. In his primordial spirit state, he clearly saw that the litter was stitched together from human skin, drenched in fresh blood; it was truly horrifying.0

The night owl, or rather the cat-headed bird, peered out with cruel greed. If he had been pulled closer, it was highly likely he would have been devoured by that owl in an instant.0

Fortunately, Li Yanchu had rescued him. Li Yanchu’s intervention directly alerted the woman inside the litter.0

Just then, the beautiful bride glanced coldly at Li Yanchu. She seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen her in a celestial domain or Blissful Land. But he didn’t dwell on it; back then he had been at the peak of his cultivation, unstoppable...0