At the Southern Sea border, billions of miles away.
"Boom!"
The void shattered, divine light shone forth, and the figure of a person materialized, his steps slightly unsteady.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Xu Yang steadied his body, and before he could adjust his internal breath, he heard sounds around him, and wisps of green smoke rose, with a great amount of ash falling off.
These were fragments of a magic artifact!
Just as the South Sea Dragon King and several Mahayana cultivators had thought, achieving such results in just over six hundred years was truly illogical—there had to be a reason behind it.
What reason?
It was the assistance of an incarnation, plus the effects of special traits.
