iverse.It's like putting firewood into a fireplace. The fire grows stronger, but the firewood turns to ashes.At a certain moment, Jun Xiaoyao's body trembled.He completely refined the essence of this...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.ed the shadowy figure of Pluto. ...Although not fully manifested, only a faint aura emanating, it was already extremely terrifying.As if a king of the underworld, dwelling amidst endless thunder seas,...