This art was simply a match made in heaven for his empty resonance and three-phase palaces.
Li Luo stared fixedly at the swirling mysterious light, his breathing involuntarily growing heavier.
Under his gaze, the mysterious light on the Little Wuxiang Divine Wheel began to retract, until every ray was swallowed back, converging at the center of the wheel, where a spot of light no larger than a thumb appeared.
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