Above Yao Mountain territory, upon a cloud, Ji Hao had a pair of ragingly blazing wings condensed from the essence sun fire, bringing him up into the sky, swaying slightly in the wind.
A dark-golden sphere of light had been sparkling in his chest, releasing waves of heavy yet light, turbid yet clear sense of power, which was filled with a feeling of ambivalence. The golden light constantly sparkled in Ji Hao’s chest, just like his beating heart, bringing up visible circles of ripples around Ji Hao.
The Heaven and Earth golden bridge was an incomparable supreme treasure.
