Loading...
Pang Jian had forged his divine path through the Dao of Chaos to become one of the True Gods.
Meanwhile, the White Bone Saint, Lu Qinghe, was still only a peak Immortal Realm cultivator at best.
Zhou Yi, having been forced onto the path of ghost cultivators, was even less worthy of concern. A single bolt of lightning could utterly obliterate him.
Despite the many years since they last met, this had not changed. Zhou Yi still could not withstand a single blow from Pang Jian.
Pang Jian did not believe that these two would be so ignorant of his strength, which could only mean that they had another card to play.
"I knew we couldn't hide it from you." Lu Qinghe chuckled, voice ringing like a solemn decree as he called down toward the lower worlds, "Forefather of the Fey Race, please ascend!"
A massive fragmented land...



Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.