Inside the Divine Desolation Pagoda, a hundred years passed like flowing water.
When Chu Lan stepped out of the Divine Desolation Pagoda once again, only a hundred days had passed in the outside world.
He stood atop a desolate mountain peak, his aura restrained like a deep abyss, save for his piercing eyes, within which a terrifyingly sharp glint occasionally flashed.
Chapter 167