1890 Prince Wujie

An old body was lying on the ice bed silently. With his knees under his chin, he was as skinny as a root newly dug out from the ground.

His white long hair looked like a spider web, scattering on the ice bed, never trimmed for hundreds of years.

Who could this be if not Shi Mingyuan?

"Oh my gosh, the old clan chief is still alive!

"If the old clan chief could recover, with his attainment in spiritual power and talismans, we, the Zhenyu Clan, wouldn't have to be afraid of the Immortal Vampires, no?"

The Zhenyu Clan's Saint-level elders were divided into two rows, neatly standing below, their eyes filled with shock, worries, and a deep sense of anticipation.

Six hours ago, Zhang Ruochen sent Shi Mingyuan into the Qiankun Realm, seeking the Divine Sky-Connecting Tree's help to purify the evil consciousness in his body.