White Cloud Mountain, has it really vanished?
Yang Zhen's heart skipped a beat, as if something had been lost, leaving an empty void.
This was the first time Yang Zhen felt such a strong sensation, as if he had lost something crucial. It was painful. A furious rage shot straight into the heavens as he gazed at the ever-expanding rift in the sky, a fierce glint flashing across his eyes.
The heavens do not ferry people across!
This was a saying that had been handed down in the world of cultivation, a mournful howl of countless beings filled with anger and helplessness under the rule of the heavenly laws!
Under these laws, all things are mere ants; in a grand calamity, even Emperor Realm Experts could not withstand the eradication of heaven and earth, let alone White Cloud Mountain.
Watching the boundless Void Power rushing toward him, Yang Zhen felt a shiver run down his spine.
