ates throughout the heavens for ten thousand miles.The terrifying hand of law descended, like a world crushing down. The void below was crushed directly, revealing the dark currents of spatial turbule...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.All of his previous followers were prodigies."I beg your pardon."Although Xianglie felt disappointed, he also thought it was normal.After all, he is the vessel of the Sacred Body. His vision is natura...