as pure as snow, his skin glowing with a divine radiance.A year passed, and Jun Xiaoyao was nine years old. He grew even taller and stronger, with features so exquisite they seemed sculpted by divine...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.y a cloud of blood mist.Meanwhile, in another part of the starry sky, a few young prodigies stared blankly, looking at everything before them, their eyes filled with disbelief."Slaying saint-level pow...