Somewhere in the northern region of the realm of heavenly martial arts, it was dark and gloomy, as if it had left the boundary of the realm.
The void was filled with terrifying power. From time to time, lightning would strike down and shake the void, turning into thousands of long snakes that spread in all directions.
Most of the lightning snakes dissipated on their own. A few of them were blocked by some kind of force and dispersed again.
A giant Halo emerged where the lightning snake had hit. It was like a dome covering the sky.
Under the cover of the Halo, the darkness inside was swept away, revealing a desolate land. It was actually a continuous stretch of green peaks, filled with endless vitality.
"The seventy-second one."
On the mountain, a figure stood alone with his white hair tied up. He looked at the void outside the sky with a worried expression. did something really happen? "
