Mystic Phoenix God Race.
Su Wanjun's pretty face was pale.
In her hand, the aura and traces belonging to Su Yi had vanished from a secret talisman he had once given her.
Upon the barrier formed by the Zhongxuan Covenant.
Little Lord sat there in a daze, saying nothing.
Though he could not sense that upheaval, he sensed that a trace Su Yi had once left on his true form, the Little Qing Huan Dao Sword, had silently vanished.
At that moment, Little Lord heard the sound of whistling arrows and war drums coming from the distant battlefield on the other shore!
Little Lord jolted awake from his thoughts.
The Alien Race Heavenly Clan army had returned in force!
Similar scenes were unfolding in the places Su Yi had walked in this life, among the people and matters he had encountered.
It was simply that the overwhelming majority could not perceive them.
All Mystical Dao Ruins. The young monk, seated cross-legged, slightly raised his head. A wisp of purple qi was reflected in the depths of his pupils.
An inscrutable expression surfaced between his brows as he murmured inwardly, Purple Qi Comes From the East, piercing through Nirvana Chaos. Has it come to the point where life and death must be decided?
Before the Heaven Sealing Stage.
The Dao Definitive stood there, yet Their mind seemed to sense everything throughout Nirvana Chaos.
In the end, They withdrew Their perception.
Dead ashes might perhaps rekindle, but if even the ashes were erased, could there still be any chance of reignition?
Subconsciously, the Dao Definitive looked toward some treasures Su Yi had left behind.
With a flick of Their fingertip.
The auras and traces belonging to Su Yi on treasures such as the Book of Fate and the Rotten