C1863 A Request from the Sword Spirit of the Heavens

Gu Xuan waved his hand lightly, and the Ice Soul Cold Flame disappeared.

On the ground, there was only one Spatiotemporal Conch left.

The surroundings were incomparably quiet.

Everything that had happened just now seemed as if it had never happened.

Gu Xuan picked up the Spatiotemporal Conch and there was a faint black aura on the conch.

"This is the aura of the Netherworld