He could feel the powerful power, but it was fleeting. There was an indistinct Dao rhythm flowing around, causing Gu Xi to be a little lost in his thoughts. Even his pupils gradually became dilated.
In the next second, his mind trembled as he looked around once again. The river of time was surging and roaring, and the river water was coming menacingly. His soul followed the flow of the water and arrived in a distant space-time.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, mountains and rivers collapsed, and countless lightning dragons roared, splitting the world into countless pieces. It was under such a tremendous and terrifying power.
Only a human figure stood with his head facing the sky. His black hair fluttered in the wind, as if a demonic God had descended into the world. No matter how furious the Heavenly Dao was, it could not do anything to him.
