Lu Zhou's eyes were as bright as a raging flame. He looked at Ba Wu that looked like it was the size of a palm as it flew further and further away, growing smaller with each passing second. He raised the Falling Moon Bow with his left hand as the sutra of the Heavenly Writing's third power surfaced in his mind.
Originating from nothing, but at the same time, it comes from everything. Living in samsara and learning from it. This was the power of past lives!
When the Heavenly Writing's extraordinary power surged, the space between his fingers began to emit a faint blue radiance.
The members of the Evil Sky Pavilion who had seen Lu Zhou using this power before could not help but feel excited.
