The apocalypse has arrived!
The eternal, immortal sun in the endless starry sky seems to have fallen, transforming into ten suns descending, with the Golden Crow as its spirit, screeching as it falls towards the green-clothed youth.
This realm is enveloped by the Destruction Rules of the sun; all other rules have been annihilated.
Brilliant as hell, incandescent as hell.
The true sun destruction hell has descended!
"This legacy,"
"is indeed profoundly mysterious."
Jiang Ding raised his head, looking at the already destroyed incandescent starry sky.
Clang!
He gently unsheathed the Taiqing Flying Sword.
Ripples of transparency spread in all directions like water waves, where they passed, the incandescent starry sky restored the myriad colors of the universe. The glaring whiteness dissipated, transforming into a less dazzling canvas, where the Destruction Rules of the sun vividly leapt off the surface, the various mysteries intricately detailed.
