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.andou world.Therefore, its primordial weapon is merely a Qingyang Divine Talisman at the level of Imperial Armaments.When I felt the aura of the world's origin.Many cultivators in the audience were su...