In the second level of the world, Wang Baole, who was flying in mid-air, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. A palpitating sensation was spreading through his body.
The Sky didn’t seem to have changed much. There were ripples and cracks, but that was due to the pressure from him and the emperor spirits chasing after him.
The palpitations were too intense. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and circulated his cultivation. In that instant, the sky he saw changed.
A storm seemed to have appeared in the sky. It descended from the sky. After sensing it carefully, Wang Baole’s pupils constricted. He could sense that the storm that descended was the shape of a large hand.
The suppressive force emanating from it was extremely terrifying, even for him.
This isn’t the power of the fifth step! Wang Baole instantly recalled the legends he had heard about this world from the grand elder of the branch of happiness.
According to the legends, there was a guardian above the divine son.
