Time quietly passes.
Above the Daqin Heavenly Palace, torrents of spiritual energy surge like raging waves, constantly rolling and roaring, enveloping the entire palace in a dense aura.
Nourished by the powerful energy of the Yellow Li, the aura around eighty-one people suddenly soared, the momentum was astonishing, as if they had the stance to break through the heavens, all successfully stepping into the Martial Arts Supreme realm.
At this moment, they have become the top-tier powerhouses under the Heavenly Dao Rules.
Martial Arts Supreme, this epithet is undoubtedly a symbol of strength and status in this universe; now it descends simultaneously on these eighty-one people, how can one not be shocked.
All of this was initiated by Zhao Feng.
Another stretch of time passed, waiting for everyone to completely digest the grand and vast power of the Yellow Li.
