In the ripples that spread layer upon layer, Luo Xuan saw figures frozen in this river, belonging to the past.
They stood like they were in static time, awaiting the summon of the master of the Investiture of the Gods.
Doumu Yuanjun held the seal aloft in her hand, and under the infusion of divine power, the illusory river suddenly solidified, bursting with the colors of life, as countless heavenly soldiers and generals, along with Star Monarch Divine Generals, opened their eyes at this moment, as if they had directly arrived in the current world from a hundred epochs ago!
The Star Lord gazed intently, suddenly speaking:
"Stop."
The suspended seal abruptly fell into Doumu Yuanjun's palm, and her aura also began to decline sharply, causing even the endless stars around her to dim for a moment.
"It's too forced." The Star Lord shook his head, "Don't take risks. Emperor Yi might be lurking in the shadows."
