In the palace of Boat of Mausoleum, Golden Horned Beast Luo Feng stood on his four hoofs. He looked outside and was terrified. "What's that black air? It's like the opposite of godly power—like water and fire, or light and dark. It's exactly the opposite to godly power… I have never heard of power like this."
Such helplessness intimidated Luo Feng. He was indeed powerful, yet he could do nothing to resist it. The black air wasn't even recorded in the inheritance from Duan Dong River, or it had been recorded but was covered by the original mind.
"Perhaps… Perhaps that's why the original universe wants the three dead."
