Countless cultivators were astonished and surprised to hear the divine sound in the sky.
Patching the sky?
The sky began to shatter.
A crack appeared.
In the middle of the crack was a Seven-Colored Heaven-Mending Stone, and within the stone was a human figure.
"With one's own body transformed into the Heaven-Mending Stone, to patch the sky!?"
"Zhong Heng, the Celestial Inference Venerable... he actually..."
"Hahaha, well done, youngster."
"Today, I will lend you a hand."
A majestic voice from ancient times laughed heartily.
In the midst of the apocalypse.
The immortals no longer had time to care about the mirage forming in Jiuzhou from the power overflowing in the midst of the apocalypse.
Only to see a river of time manifesting in the midst of the apocalypse.
A towering figure crossed the river of time, gradually becoming clear.
Immortal Venerable Huihuang sighed.
Forming a seal with his hands.
Two indistinct phantoms, barely visible, appeared before and after him.
