Bi Xian Palace.
Zhou Chen sensed the changes within himself, feeling the entirely new world before him, paying no mind to the tremors and astonishment outside.
In fact, the shock he caused was already more than enough.
Many people had already become immune.
If one day Zhou Chen did not perform an earth-shattering feat, that would be surprising.
"Congratulations, young master, on reaching the stage of the Void Refinement. Becoming an Immortal and a God is just around the corner!"
Miao Qingyi's hair danced in the wind, ethereal and transcendental, with divine elegance inherent, her jade-like bones natural, her immortal beauty unparalleled, her voice like the music of the heavens.
However, at this moment, she wore not a thread and was played like a cream puff.
Tears even streamed down her face, her eyes swollen and red, a tear faintly visible sliding from the corner of her eye, plopping to the ground with a splash.
