"This is the authority that will allow you to rule over the Cave Sky!"
Feng Qing'an looked down at the mystic inscription creeping around his left wrist. This was a supremely mysterious kind of writing, each character resembling a divine form. The dragon-shaped characters seemed like small dragons soaring, the phoenix-shaped ones appeared ready to spread their wings and fly, and the tiger-shaped ones seemed poised to pounce... These characters seemed to possess life, radiating divine light, as if wanting to detach from his wrist and metamorphose into independent sanctities.
"From today onward, you will manage this layer. As long as you do not destroy it, whatever you do is up to your own will!"
"Hmm!"
Feng Qing'an responded indifferently, observing the divine glow emitted by the mystic inscription circling his wrist. It formed a halo, and he pondered its mysteries.
