Chapter 625: Back Mountain

In the Tai Xu Sword Tomb, the Elder's gaze shifted.

"Since ten thousand years ago..."

"Heavenly secret tainted, the Divine Thoughts of the common people weakened, it's unlikely there are any Divine Beasts left..."

"What exactly... happened?"

A fog of confusion enshrouded his mind.

The Elder's Divine Thought transformed into a sword, tracing the root of the Evil's disappearance.

Divine Thought like a sword, instantly pierced through the fog, and the scenery changed abruptly, a blood-red vision unfolded.

At the horizon, blood-red as if soaked in blood, amongst a Corpse Mountain, a ferocious and imposing king of corpses, bound all over by chains, slowly opened its eyes.

Those eyes, brimming with tyranny, bloodthirstiness, and twisted Taoist Meaning.

"Taoist Demon!"

The Elder's gaze turned frightened.

In an instant, a cold wind arose.

Countless Walking Corpses and Iron Corpses, like a tide, invaded his Sea of Consciousness, fiercely gnawing at his Divine Sense.