The green-clothed youth arrived at this battlefield, passed through it, and entered the Seven-Colored Realm Sea.
He was like a traveler who had been away for tens of thousands of years, weary and dusty, returning to his hometown once again. He precisely found his own house, around which a group of ants and butterflies gathered, their colors dazzling and beautiful, bringing much liveliness to the surroundings.
Then, there was nothing.
The surrounding heavens and earth, the entire bloody battlefield seemed to freeze, the sounds disappeared, and the slaughter came to a standstill.
Everyone was terrified.
"Hiss~"
Mingguang Zi took a deep breath, his body chilled, and fear rose in his heart.
He looked more and more alike, more like.
Like the Great Sun Sword Masters of the past, especially Xi Yuan.
The life and death of all beings, especially the life and death of the sword cultivators, seemed like a game before him.
This is destined fate, this is glory, this is opportunity.
