The trident’s shaft was as large as a mountain range while the three teeth resembled three peaks.

It emitted a wonderful light from the distant past. In reality, it was made of dao laws twisting together and didn’t possess a physical body.

The individual law contained immense power, granting the trident the ability to shoulder the weight of Eight Desolaces.

“Boom!” Timeworn cultivators sat in the pavilions - white hair and beard with archaic-style robes, certainly not...