After learning of the talents of the Immortal Imperial Race, Jiang Changsheng began to look forward to what kind of immortal legends they would leave behind in the future.
This was only the beginning. In the future, more powerful races would be born in the Immortal Dao, and all of them would possess unique talents.
He retracted his gaze and raised his hand. The Heavenly Fire Yin Yang Great Destruction Mirror appeared in his palm and he probed it with his spiritual will.
After suffering for so many years, Zong Ku had long settled down. He was still bound by the heavenly fire, and the entire world in the mirror was in a depressing silence.
She Yantian was also silent. The two of them had argued before, but both of them felt that it was useless to say anything else. Right now, they were ignoring each other.
Jiang Changsheng took out She Yantian and let him float on his left palm.
"Have you thought it through?"
