The invasion of the Ten Thousand Forms Kun was so successful that even it was surprised. 'How can a Holy Hall Tier human offer no resistance at all?'
'Is he really a rookie?'
The blue butterflies it had transformed into surged forward, wave after wave, like a spindle of fate piercing straight toward Shi Ming's core consciousness.
'Ten Thousand Forms Sanctuary, usurp!'
Shi Ming opened his eyes.
Within his pupils, the wheel of cycles and the River of Destiny seemed to swirl.
At the same time, the Right Arm Red Pattern on Shi Ming's arm lit up. The Eye of the Divine, long since integrated into his body and having truly become a part of his own power, was unquestionably an unshakable and inviolable entity.
A mere Holy Hall-tier being,
'thinks it can usurp the destiny of a god?'
