"Dragon Robe?"
Mo Tian Sheng's gaze focused slightly.
He is the Sword Master of the Formless Void, naturally seeing through the dreamscape as if it were an open book, observing patterns in his palm.
In that world, as if born from chaos, the scene was exceedingly hazy, with only two figures shining brilliantly.
They were like two glaring, dazzling suns.
"This dream... isn't right!"
Mo Tian Sheng's true energy surged within him, roaring like a tide.
As if thousands of sword qis condensed into layers of blue waves!
As his aura continuously rose, monstrous waves soared sky-high, forming an unmatched, grand aura.
This is the prowess of a Divine Power Giant!
With a wave of his hand, he connects with myriad realms.
His own being is like a small world.
"The power of the Formless Void's divine soldiers, intertwined and fused with the boundless void.
This dream... is not just Qi Lang's but involves a peerless figure."
