The Tai Dragon Phantom shattered, and the impact force of the entire area vanished completely.
Wang Xu held the Great Dragon Bow forged from crystal stones in his hand, a heavy burden pressing on his shoulders, his gaze increasingly resolute.
For the Endless Saint Venerable, for Tai Long, he must rebuild the Endless Tai Dragon Palace no matter what.
Yet at the same time, he also had doubts.
The Endless Saint Venerable mentioned it, as did Tai Long.
Just what was that so-called "battle"?
How did the war that shattered heaven and earth, destroyed the cosmos, shook all beings, and annihilated billions of lives in an instant come about?
How was it finally calmed down?
Wang Xu was not Yin Gu; he had not participated in that Cosmic War and was unaware of its shock. Even if he racked his brains, he could not figure it out.
