You have to survive.

The most gifted child survives.

If you protect him alone, you can only protect him.

But Yin Nian felt a chill and sadness rising from the bottom of his heart.

Such preservation is not something to be happy about.

During those long years of being imprisoned at the foot of Mount Paektu, what was Yuan Xinsui thinking?

When loneliness, hatred, and even the expectations of his tribe are all weighing on him.

Living has become a kind of torture.

The environment continues.

Yin Nian saw those who had killed the Xian clan collected their essence, flesh and blood and activated the formation.

The spiritual energy that should have been exhausted has increased again.

They became heroes and gods.

A tall tower was erected and named the Tower of the Floating God.

Others have created different sects of their own, large and small.

Yin Nian swept through those families, and found that 90% of them were gone. At that time, the story of Yuan Xin's massacre of the clan was widely spread, and his evil reputation was completely spread. At that time, Yin Nian thought it was just to clean up the name of the traitor.

Head gone.

But I didn't expect that Yuan Xinsui went there very purposefully.

He went to take revenge.

Yin Nian clenched his hand.

But the fantasy continues.

In fantasy.

The spiritual power is there, but the overwhelming resentment of the Xian clan never dissipates.

Those grievances slowly penetrated into the countless dolls scattered on the ground, day after day, year after year, and finally...

The first doll opened its eyes.

His eyes were scarlet red, and only pure evil and hatred remained.
Chapter completed!