After hearing his words, Shenxuan Hongyang also slowly nodded his head.
The sky above the inn was overcast, thunderclouds roiling, the clouds swirling like whirlpools in a raging stream.
An aura that was mysteriously profound contained endless Dao runes of creation, its vast momentum seeming to tear through the boundless skies.
It was as if something incredible was about to break through the ground.
The rich power of the Great Dao streamed continuously towards a room in the inn.
Witnessing this phenomenon, both of them exchanged glances and nodded to each other.
The next moment, their figures blatantly headed towards the inn.
At this time, Wang Mang, who was sitting cross-legged on the Dao Comprehension Futon, furrowed his brows, his face filled with urgency.
It seemed as though he had already understood the Special Extreme Realm of his physical body, yet between the two, there seemed to be a thin layer of white gauze.
