ancient sacred body, if it hasn't reached its peak cultivation, couldn't withstand a supreme artifact!”Jun Xiaoyao's move astonished everyone.A cold glint flashed in the eyes of Poseidon's third son....The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.ith death energy, and Jiang Shengyi had not perished.No matter the past calamities.It is still the darkness and turmoil of now.A supremely free and detached individual, having achieved great feats, is...