From the outside, no one would have imagined just how important the things contained within were.
As the Nine Yang Loose Cultivator approached the Hall of Laws step by step, his figure suddenly stopped at the entrance.
The sound of footsteps rang out—tap, tap, tap.
Xu Zimo emerged from a narrow path to the side.
"Well, isn't this lively?" Xu Zimo said with a smile as he looked at the scene before him.
"And who are you?" the Nine Yang Loose Cultivator asked with a frown.
"Don't be nervous. I'm just here to watch the show," Xu Zimo said, waving a hand.
"You're courting death," the Nine Yang Loose Cultivator snorted coldly. With a wave of his right hand, one of the suns hanging at the edge of the sky transformed into a meteor.
It crashed directly toward Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo raised his right fist. World Creation Power swirled around it as he smashed forward fiercely.
With a boom, the entire sky shuddered violently.
That enormous sun was shattered by Xu Zimo's single punch.
Xu Zimo rolled his neck and smiled. "That's it?"
The Nine Yang Loose Cultivator's expression turned solemn.
Flames surged around him, and the sun that Xu Zimo had shattered unexpectedly condensed once more in the void.
Fire Dance Nine Heavens. The Nine Yang Loose Cultivator raised his right hand and lightly swept it through the air.
All nine suns suddenly erupted into motion.
They transformed into nine wind cranes soaring through the sky.
The wind cranes resembled phoenixes in appearance. Their feathers were peerless, and their bodies shone golden-red.
Their two wings, vast enough to blot out the heavens and cover the earth, were layered in perfect order. Glass-like feathers drifted down in smooth, meticulous strands.
Only the cranes' beaks were exceptionally sharp, while flames