After speaking, he raised his head and looked up.
Above the Sky Dome, despite the Realm Membrane's desperate self-repair, countless tiny fragments still fell, crashing onto the Four Great Continents below.
In an instant, mountains collapsed, great rivers ceased to flow...
Wang Ba made a calculation with his fingers and nodded slightly:
"The time has come."
Then he lifted his sleeve, one transformed into many Evil Gods, the other was a scroll that swiftly flew out, heading straight for the Taiyi Dojo.
The moment he finished speaking.
Within the Taiyin Dao Domain.
The damaged Wanxiang Sect and the closed Myriad Library suddenly opened.
Suddenly, the figure of an old Scholar with a head full of white hair and advanced in years stepped out, treading on numerous Divine Patterns.
Divine Patterns flowed around him, stars flickered.
As soon as he emerged, he noticed the peculiarity within the surrounding Sect.
His gaze was dazed:
"How could this—how could it become like this..."
