i Dao Yi and others, their gazes flickered, their minds racing.This person's aura was subdued, like a mist, making it impossible to discern.And then, another robed figure appeared.The ancient emperor...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.ands, but was ultimately slain by a taboo existence of celestial disaster level from that other realm.It can be said that this group reached its zenith, yet also experienced great tragedy."It's really...