The Myriad Spirits is one of the leading Great Paths among the three thousand, ranking at the forefront. Although it's difficult to comprehend, its combat power is extremely formidable.
Several hundred years ago, a being stepped onto the upper reaches of the Myriad Spirits Great Path, igniting the Tao Struggle.
At this moment, the Nine-headed Clan also understood who it was.
What the surrounding human race spectators thought, Liang Hui did not care.
At this moment, a ripple stirred deep in his eyes. Someone had survived.
No!
It should be said that a Buddha had survived!!
Although it was just a casual punch, to be able to survive was also somewhat skillful.
Liang Hui's hand slowly retracted, and the light from the punch dispersed with it.
The red earth had already turned into nothingness, with only two figures standing quietly in the Chaos, leaving no trace of any other beings.
The two dressed in monk's robes, wearing hats, and hands clasped:
