In the last Golden Hall of the world crossing golden ship, Qin Mu stretched out his palm and gently touched the dao flower.
The dao flower spun and cut his finger.
“The dao flower is still there, the dao flower is still there...”
Qin Mu muttered in a low voice as if he couldn’t feel any pain. “What do you mean when you tell me that we will meet again in Hall of Chaos in the future? You should still be alive, right? There’s a possibility that you are still alive...”
The sword blades in the Dao flower spun and gave off a ringing sound as if they were responding to him.
Qin Fengqing and Tai Shi entered the Golden Hall and their gazes landed on the Dao Flower. Tai Shi asked in puzzlement, “Is this founding emperor’s Dao Flower?”
