Central Continent, Source Tower.
Above ten thousand miles, the Heavenly Cloud shrouded, a spark flickering with a purple glow, wrapped in layers of pure white mist, appeared both enchanting and eerie.
The Wine Spark, enveloped in cloud and mist.
And countless mists, all within the palm of one person.
The red-robed Divine Throne squinted his eyes, lazily leaning against the cloud top sky, he rested his arm, while the other hand played with that purple spark, the ownerless Wine Spark instinctively emitted layers of Transcendent waves... each wave here could cut mountains and break seas!
Yet at this moment, no matter how the Wine Spark fluctuated, it could never sever the "mists" in his palm.
"Qinglong."
Amidst the mist, a mirror gradually formed, reflecting the visage of Mr. Tianshui.
Tianshui called out the name of the Sky Divine Throne, known by few across the Five Continents.
Qinglong.
The red-robed man smiled at the mirror, "Sir."
