Outside the fire pillar, Han Yi, despite the extreme terror gripping his heart, causing both body and mind to nearly freeze, still had a sliver of thought flowing.
He watched the figure slowly emerging from the fire pillar, his pupils changing at an extremely slow pace.
The figure finally revealed its full appearance.
This was a middle-aged Taoist with a white robe and white hair, his long hair casually draped, appearing somewhat disheveled. His gaze fixed on Han Yi, seemingly capable of seeing through Han Yi's characteristics, then he inexplicably sighed:
"So many years have passed, yet someone has managed to open up a Chaos Realm with their own power again."
"Sadly, No Origin is like a cage. You will despair."
After speaking.
This white-haired robed Taoist's eyes suddenly showed a moment of chaos, then a hint of confusion appeared.
In confusion, he glanced at the fire pillar behind him and murmured:
"Strange place."
