Bai wushang laughed and sighed. With so many top-tier bloodlines condensed into one, even if he were to face a top-tier evil god, would he even frown?
"This blood is called the 'Glass Sword feather'."
born from the God of the sword Angel, originated from the apricot. If it were to be passed down to my descendants one day, I wonder what kind of prosperous scene it would be? "
Bai wushang would occasionally let his imagination run wild.
This was a kind of pride and a kind of ambition. He and his pet companion had finally reached the peak of the transcendent realm.
Even with his current knowledge, he knew that above transcendent was Grand primordium, and above Grand primordium was the Echelon.
But what did it matter? Hundreds of years of hard work, tens of thousands of times of life and death, for what? Wasn't it all for this day?
BOOM!!!
