"Ding... Ding..."
The melodious sound of the bell resounded, echoing like surging waves, dissolving and re-echoing in the blackish-green sky.
The golden glow of morning chased the footprints of the purple twilight, a mysterious giant star rose, its radiance like fire, brilliantly dazzling.
Wei Cheng took leisurely steps, as if the barriers of space and time no longer existed.
The alien demons' realm, where countless battles were erupting, was reflected like an epic scroll, fragmented into countless pieces, countless afterimages.
Everything was under control.
Because this was Wei Cheng's Primordial Spirit World.
On his left and right were the Primordial Spirit Weapons he had honed.
One was like stardust, invisible, capable of breaking through nine levels of illusion and reality. It had never been stained with blood since its inception.
