“Why?” Xu Yourong’s complexion was slightly pale.
“The gate of the Garden of Zhou is about to open.” Chen Changsheng glanced at the baby peng, but what he said instead was a different topic.
The reopening of the Garden of Zhou was obviously good news, but in his voice, there were no feelings of happiness, because the collapse continued. He followed Xu Yourong’s method and let the black rock turn into a Heavenly Tome Monolith, which stopped the arrival of destruction. However, it was not enough—the snowy mountain had already begun to collapse. The initial great power of the world that caused the collapse had calmed down again, but who would stop the avalanche once it grew out of control?
