Clang!
The red gate of the Jade Mirage Palace closed from the inside out, producing an illusory knocking sound. The thirty-six ancient wells gave off a faint light, making everything leave the secular world.
When Meng Qi turned back and look again, golden light had covered the clouds. Its magnificence made one unconsciously hold his breath. The Jade Mirage Palace had returned to an elusive place high up, just like the Immortal Qingyuan — Yang Jian.
At this moment, Meng Qi felt his heart move. Pressing the shank of the Tyrant's Invincible Blade in his right hand, he shifted his gaze to the left.
As he took a glance, his vision became blurry and a little red gourd jumped out from nothing. It looked extraordinary with a layer of fluorescent light all over and was filled with an air of a cold sharp massacre. The feeling it gave Meng Qi was no less than that of the Deep Sea Sword!
