The tender leaves of the Chaos Silver Branch unfolded in the void, and the Xuanhuang Qi flowing between the leaf veins intertwined with the gray fog of eternal silence to form a net.
Taichu gazed at the scene of the Chuyuan Realm reflected on the leaves—the gray-white star marks on the brows of every cultivator were all resonating with the Xuanhuang light on the right hand of the Lord of Eternal Silence.
"This is not pollution; this is purification..."
Chapter 281