Mo Chen cried out in astonishment.
However, no one echoed him.
The rest of the crowd was still immersed in the state of martial arts, not yet awakened.
"The nine paths of Martial Dao encompass all, with every branch present..."
"It is impossible for a tenth path to exist!"
"What on earth is it?"
As an Immortal, his understanding was utterly shattered.
"Sect Leader..."
He hoped someone could enlighten him.
However, Jiang Cheng's state at this moment was very mystical, and he had no time to respond.
Once the tenth black river was fully formed, the entire Daoist Palace was tinged with a mysterious dark hue.
As time passed, this line of Martial Dao gradually faded, seemingly retreating to the depths of the Daoist Palace.
But Mo Chen could swear that he definitely saw it.
That black Martial Dao Mark was definitely still there!
It just hid away, and no one knew what it truly was.
It was only then that the others finally woke up.
"What happened?"
