Silver Moon Ancient Dynasty, Great Ancestor Hall.
Yu Zhanfeng leaned against the dragon bed, a profound look flashing in his eyes. The dim light spilling through the cracks of the doors and windows was just like his body at this moment— riddled with holes and battered, resembling a flickering candle in the wind.
Ever since the battle sixty years ago, when he secretly fought with Taixuan Mountain and was jointly suppressed by two Dao Deriving Monarchs of Taixuan Mountain, his physical condition had deteriorated day by day.
Chapter 88