Mount Cang's Sunset, the end of the sky.
That unique figure, sitting above the mortal world, calmly looking at the bustling world, vast heaven and earth, unrivaled in the world.
That was the predecessor of the Sunset Sect.
Boom...
Zhou Dao clenched his fists, feeling his blood boiling, and a strange sense of familiarity gradually emerged.
If it is said that the figure of the Taoist in the mural is the center of the world.
Then the mysterious existence opposite him divided the picture into two parts, splitting yin and yang, and clearing the muddy.
In the chaotic world, only these two people, sitting and discussing the Tao, are all silent.
"That mysterious corpse..."
Zhou Dao whispered, under Mount Cang's Sunset, the figure entangled by the mysterious black qi was the corpse that had passed through the years.
