Boundless earth, pitch-dark without an end. Sometimes people wonder, has the entire world fallen into a colossal abyss? Shrouded in permanent night fog.
Six Imperial Ancestor Court resembles a candle in the wind, flickering a faint halo at the horizon's end.
A group of young men rode on the back of the White Peacock, their eyes sparkled brilliantly as they approached the nearing Mountain Sect, where their hopes for soaring high into the heavens were carried.
Zhou Tao's temples were graying, his eyes slightly glimmering with a golden light as he secretly transmitted a message to Qin Ming using a Secret Technique.
"You can extract the essence of medicinal properties from the strange blood on your own; that's quite remarkable. Let me estimate your current Potential Value."
Qin Ming was surprised; in the Six Imperial Ancestor Court, the basic unit of initial foundation wasn't in kilograms, but in Potential Value.
