C1572 The Death of Dust

The Ancestor Pavilion, Floating Island.

The Monarch Immortal s looked at each other. Other than Li Xianyue, Yao Guang, Zhu Yun, Yuan Han and the dark sky, they all quietly dispersed.

Dian Feng took a deep breath, did not say a word, and just looked up at the rain that was falling from the sky.

Cold.

It landed on his face, piercing through his skin and stabbing directly into his heart