Contemplating in his heart, Mo Wangchen's gaze once again swept over the ancient scripture on the imperial edict.
He stood in the void, as if surrounded by dao patterns, embodying natural dao technique, as though naturally formed, transcendent and detached from the mundane.
The Divine City was silent, with everyone watching quietly without daring to make a sound and disturb the scene.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
No one knew how much time had passed; Mo Wangchen observed the scripture as if he had comprehended something.
The dao patterns surrounding him shone with a brilliant light.
Beside him, the Great Emperor was greatly shocked, an expression of disbelief appeared in his gaze.
This ancient scripture, except for those of the Xuezhao Royal Family, was absolutely impossible for others to cultivate; however, at this moment, Mo Wangchen seemed to have grasped its truth.
Now, the aura emanating from him was actually the same as the ancient scripture, intertwining with it.
"Buzz..."
