During the time he attempted 'Creation', his understanding of mysticism and the world's rules was rapidly advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He Ao glanced at the white-haired figure, his gaze penetrated his soul, scanned through his memories, and watched his body turn to dust on the ground.
He seemed to still want to say something, but nothing came out, leaving only scattered dust.
Woo—
And accompanied by the sound of an old train, He Ao's true form took advantage of the lingering cover of yellow light to leave the basement.
Just at the moment of severing the connection with the God of Order, he suddenly developed a new understanding of the rules of the Martial Arts World and needed to attempt its application immediately.
As the hazy light dispersed, He Ao's clone walked out of the radiance and looked at Wen Jie, still somewhat confused outside.
Snap—
