The magma above Nash''s head swirled slowly and soon formed a vortex. All the mes around the magma ocean were sucked in by the vortex. The bones in Nash''s body made a crackling sound.


    The excruciating pain swept through his soul as the nascent soul curled up and trembled. Countless moments passed, and countless dense cracks appeared on the nascent soul''s body.


    Time passed by, and Nash was suffering endless pain every second. It was the soul-crushing type of pain. He was unable to resist the persistent pain even with his five senses closed.


    ...


    On the seventh floor, Ryan, who was pale and in tattered clothes, flew in carrying a blood-red sword.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    As soon as he entered the tower, he swayed and sat on the ground.


    Eric, Bertram, and the rest stared at Ryan. They felt an extremely cold aura on Ryan. This aura was heart-stopping, especially after seeing the blood-red sword in his hand. "Are... you Ryan?" Eric asked cautiously.


    This was Immortal Falls, after all. He was worried that Ryan was taken over by the remnant souls of Ancient Immortals or gods of the West.


    Ryan exhaled slowly and asked, "Who else could I be?"


    Regulus frowned and said, "There''s something wrong with you!"


    Bertram and Carlos immediately became vignt.


    Ryan thought for a moment, then he told everyone about Murdoch''s inheritance. These people were all Nash''s friends. He trusted Nash and these people. "Murdoch? That''s a Demon God!"


    Eric flicked his wrist, and a yellow talisman appeared in his hand.


    Bertram and the others clenched their fists, ready to attack at any time.


    "What''s wrong with a Demon God? Does he have to be a viin? Back then, under Murdoch''s leadership, the Zarmuth Tribe learned to farm smelted copper and iron, made weapons, created hundreds of arts, developed Path cultivation and Neo-Spiritualism, and made outstanding contributions to the


    early Central ins culture!"


    Ryan stared at Eric sharply. His body exuded a faint evil vibe. After all, he was Murdoch''s descendant.


    Murdoch used hisst strength to help Ryan awaken his demonic physique. Ryan would not allow others to nder his ancestor.


    Eric dared not look directly into Ryan''s eyes and turned his attention to Bertram and Regulus.


    They looked at each other and remained silent.


    Ryan had been Nash''s friend since childhood. If they wanted to attack, Nash''s consent was required.


    Carlos did not know whether tough or cry. "What are you doing? We are all we''ve got. We must not fight among ourselves at this juncture!"


    Eric also realized that he was a little


    sensitive. He put away the yellow talisman and said with a smile,


    "Ryan, don''t get me wrong, I didn''tet


    mean to criticize Murdoch. I was just a little shocked and curious. After all, he was a legend who had lived for more than 5,000 years!"


    In fact, no one could confirm whether Murdoch was good or evil.


    The winner would take all while the loser would be viinized.


    In the Stampede Dispute, Emperor Terra emerged as the final winner He upied the final dominant position. He could set Murdoch as a heinous viin with just one


    sentence.


    Therefore, in the legend, Emperor Terra represented justice and Murdoch represented evil, which was why Eric was sensitive.


    Ryan said coldly, "You even took out a talisman. Weren''t you trying to do something to me?"


    Eric became a little uneasy. His smile was extremely awkward. He had already given in. What else did Ryan want him to do? Was he really going to burn bridges?


    "I won''t forgive you unless you give me three cigarettes!"