"Destined one, remember, this seat is Creation Saint!"
The calm voice echoed through Xiao Ze's mind like a peal of thunder in early spring. By the time Xiao Ze regained his senses, he had already left the memory space of Creation Saint.
"Even a Saint cannot withstand the passage of time. As the years roll by, this sliver of soul projection is probably the last trace Creation Saint left in this world."
Chapter 295