"I'm done here. The decision is your own."
Holy Master Ku Xin glanced at the old Black Tower, shook his head and left with a sigh.
In the tower, the blue-robed woman stood there with desperation in her eyes. She murmured,
"Nantian! Shuanger!"
"How are you?"
A month ago, Jian Nantian announced that he would break into Heaven-ceasing Peak at his inauguration ceremony.
The news had already spread throughout the whole Samsara Continent.
The month was up.
The enormous Void of the Ancient Demon Clan was filled with people.
Most experts in the Samsara Continent had gathered.
The other three Peak populations, other strong clans from Divine Monster Territory, many solitary experts, such as the Patriarch of Empyrean Glory and the Duke of Ghost, Inner Elders and Gold-clothed Deacons from the Samsara Temple all gathered here to watch their fight.
The whole Void was buzzing.
