Above the Dali Palace city, fire clouds appeared, and that vast expanse of flame gathered into a giant bird, gazing towards the east.
Even in the Void, in that place where the ancient god had fallen that no one could sense, the secluded Old Emperor Qian also opened his eyes.
His gaze looked towards the Void, sensing that his cultivated Daqian Dynasty Skill was stirring.
His Daqian Dynasty Skill was conveying some information to him, some which had long been obliterated by time.
This is, someone of the human race is seizing Dao, seizing the Dao of all Gods.
Old Emperor Qian gazed into the Void, with a hint of a sneer on his face.
He didn't know who was seizing Dao, but it didn't matter.
At this moment, no matter who it was, he was willing to lend a hand.
He formed a Seal with his hand, sitting cross-legged, the divine charm converging, transforming into a lotus flower, slowly blooming.
