"Qing! Are you heading to the arena to fight?" a Golden Dragon crashed into Chenfeng Mountain, shouting at Qing.
Fighting arenas are always a highlight for cultivators. Whenever a group of Divine God Beasts and cultivators gather, there seems to be something missing without setting up an arena.
Qing opened his eyes and shook his head. He had no interest in the arena. Could fighting in the arena be more advanced than the Small Dui Gua?
After staying on Chenfeng Mountain for more than ten days, the witch's pen in the Boundary Pearl had finally taken shape. The Chaos on the top of Tai'a Mountain was swirling and condensing, seemingly sensing that something was about to happen, becoming more and more concentrated.
From time to time, the witch looked up at the Chaos, eager to try.
But his power was still weak, and he certainly didn't have the ability to Open The Heaven.
