CRASH—
The sound of shattering gradually rose. The space above the sky and the earth, like a breaking mirror, formed numerous spiderweb-like fissures that crazily spread in all directions. This was the Kunpeng Dojo's small world evolving once again!
The rumbling Kunpeng Dojo stood, and Hong Yuan, isolated to one side, silently watched the changes. He lifted his head without uttering a word, appearing as if forgotten by the world, exuding a strong sense of loneliness. This was already the tenth Dojo he had experienced in the Land of Oblivion. At the same time, it was also the first Great Emperor Dojo, even more mystical.
