The mysterious figure seemed to have really caught something, trying desperately to control it.
The entire Mountain Sea's gaze was focused on his hand in that instant.
In the Mountain Sea, a big wind blew, bringing the gaze of the Infinite Ocean Floor.
Outside the Mountain Sea, undercurrents surged, as if countless intentions were exchanging with each other.
The Supreme Treasure in his hand seemed ready to break free at any moment. The figure trembled violently, almost unable to control himself. Images flickered rapidly, appearing and disappearing.
Along with the primordial possibilities he was in, it all seemed precarious. The slightest mistake would bury him in this struggle between two forces.
In the Xuanhuang World, the sun rose three times and set thereafter.
The struggle finally reached a conclusion.
The object in the mysterious figure's hand no longer struggled. It seemed to be completely subdued.
Overwhelmed with emotion, he laughed aloud.
