"What's wrong, Master?"
Han Qianluo looked at Xiao Yifeng, sensing his unusualness and asked involuntarily.
"Nothing!"
Xiao Yifeng took a deep breath and shook his head.
"With a martial arts expert of such strength born this time, I'm afraid the entire Ancient Realm will be thrown into chaos!"
Yan Bin sighed.
"When prosperity reaches its peak, decline ensues; when decline is extreme, prosperity returns. The Ancient Realm has been dormant for so long, it's time for the chaos to begin, the advent of a new era!"
Han Qianluo's eyes were icy, and his expression was indifferent as he spoke.
At this moment, the entire Ancient Realm's major sect forces were completely shaken by the eight rays of the Light of Law and this phenomenon of Mingyue.
"Absorbing the Power of the Moon, could it be you?"
In a certain place in the Ancient Realm, on a mountain peak, a man with long hair, wearing a long robe, and with thick sword-like eyebrows, appeared.
