"Then followed by white, black, red, yellow, green, blue, purple, and gold." The sharp and clear baby voice of Tong Huang rang out in the Great Hall.
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her head. A nine-colored mark appeared on her forehead in the shape of a lotus. This lotus mark was unpredictable. There were heavenly flames, thunder and lightning, storm, and disaster power flickering in it. It looked unique and beautiful.
It appeared on her forehead, revealing a kind of child-like coquettish charm.
"Nine colors determine the nine grades. Not bad!"
Li Xiang nodded. When he saw the nine-colored mark on Tong Huang's forehead, he asked in confusion, "How did you condense this nine-colored Disaster Mark? If I'm not mistaken, there's no such cultivation technique in the Scripture Library."
