In the void, that realm envoy closed his eyes, maintaining his posture unchanged.
What kind of arrogance was this? A golden sun hung across the sky, with a man sitting cross-legged at its center, descending thus from the heavens—towering and sacred, moving to suppress Ye Chen!
The sun was radiant, exploding with a deafening roar. Golden runes fell downward, releasing an aura of immortality; strand by strand, trail by trail, they hung in the air like divine waterfalls.
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