Thirty-two million eight hundred eighty-one thousand and ninety-six stars became true stars.
They no longer pierce the night sky according to the Dao ancestors' will, but are firmly embedded in the darkness above, motionless.
While the stars remained the same, the sky they freely roamed had changed.
Without the transparent routes of the Demon Suppressing Saint Hand Array, the darkness became purer, more eerie, so that those who understood what Xie Tian had done suddenly had five words pop into their minds —
Can't continue playing.
How to play?
Others painstakingly figured out the array seventy-eight percent, just ready to show off, and you change the array...
What's the difference from flipping the table?
The three Dao ancestors, with determined smiles carved on their faces, felt as if their faces had opened a soy sauce shop— salty, sour, spicy, bitter... all emerged at once.
