The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.finitely wasn't slow either.But in just a few days, the world-destroying tribulation had nearly reached the edge of the Three Emperors' barrier.In the Nine Great Passes, figures stand tall, reaching t...