Boom! Boom!
The war drums were struck!
Atop each beacon tower, pitch-black smoke soared into the clouds, the sound reverberating for thousands of miles, forming a unique array.
Above Heaven Origin City.
Above the firmament, the stars were densely scattered, each of the stars of the Four Great Wooden Beasts bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.
Fang Xi stood at the highest point of the city wall, followed by Qingxu Child, Che Xuanyuan, and the Bu surnamed Mahayana Monk.
Behind them were Jin Gangzi, Mo Yunzi, Divine Calculator, Ji Feixue, and others...
"The Mahayana of the human race has withered to such a state," he sighed, shaking his head slightly.
Upon hearing this, the three Mahayana Cultivators of the Qingxu felt an unspeakable silence in their hearts.
Why were their own Mahayana Cultivators so rare?
Shouldn't this 'Qing Hezi' bear the primary responsibility?
