Scenery

Looking at Ye Hongyu's fluttering robes, Long Qing's face suddenly became cold. His eyes grew darker and darker until they looked dead. The greedy and icy aura in the pebbles by the lake grew all the more stronger.

However, there was always a ray of light in this dark and cold place that could not be erased.

It was a light that came from the blood-colored divine robes, with a strong metallic scent of blood.

The sleeves of the robes danced on the banks of the lake. Every time the sleeves were lifted, a strong wind with a scent of blood and a sacred aura would rush towards the vortex that was formed by a deathly silent aura.

The strong winds resembled the moss-covered rocks of the West-Hill Divine Palace's You Prison. The wind, swirling in the whirlpool, was just like the lake water that fell from the empty sky, and it made its surrounding Qi of Heaven and Earth vibrate to all directions.