The Silver Moon hangs high, its silver light resembling moonlight, flooding across this continent and spreading to every corner. Both Martial Artists and Exotic Beasts are suppressed by its unfathomable power.
Yet now, it is easily shattered by the momentum unleashed by Xiao Ye.
The ancient script emerging from his body forms an immortal scripture, floating in the void, as if interpreting the Holy Rank Deep Meaning of the Three Thousand Great Realms, unmatched and peerless.
"You truly have cultivated the Primordial Law Ancient Scripture!"
"We've both cultivated the Primordial Law Ancient Scripture, but your realm is no match for mine, destined to be ground to dust by me!"
All the scripture phenomena are crushed, yet Demon Weapon is not surprised. Cold gleams flow from his narrowed eyes, each step he takes increases the roar of the ancient scripture within him, attempting to crush Xiao Ye under its might!
