Pitch black with shining scales like obsidian, its majesty was akin to an imperial dragon robe.
Amidst the pitch black darkness of the void, shone blooming flowers and vines of bright pink, invoking dreams and love. Two contrasting colors giving off two contrasting feelings, yet both seemed to be assimilated by the aura and handsomeness of the young man.
Eyes brightened like glacial gems, long hair tied with a sword hairpin. One hand holding a pitch black sword, another hand holding a divine paper fan.
The aura of the young man trembled the realms. The energy of heaven and earth turned into a maelstrom around him, with the rhyme of the grand dao turned into his accessory.
" BAHAHAHA! THIS…THIS IS AMAZING! SO THIS IS WHAT THE WORLD LOOKS LIKE FROM ABOVE!"
With brilliant laughter, Long Ming looked at the heavenly dome. All the pain he suffered seemed to vanish for a moment.
