The door slowly opened.
Daolord Phoenix slowly walked in.
She still had some respect for this ancestor of her bloodline.
After all, when he was on the verge of dying of old age in the primordial world and was in danger, it was moon god Ji Xiang, the God of creation, who had an equivalent exchange of some kind of contract ... The God of creation had just descended and saved her before entering the four elemental planes.
Now that he thought about it, why was he the only one who was blessed by the 'great Dao' before he died? Now, there was an explanation.
A life-saving grace ...
'Bring me back ...'
And the connection between their bloodlines ...
There was no need to say more.
"How is it? Is it considered as a habit?"
