Inner World.
Fang Cheng watched the black mist being pulled into the great hall along the passage.
The mist was constantly swirling in mid-air.
Within it seemed to be countless twisted human faces silently screaming, exuding an extremely malevolent aura.
He watched coldly, his mind slightly moving.
A golden beam of light suddenly descended from the Great Sun hanging high on the dome, completely enveloping the black mist.
"Sizzle——"
The piercing sound of burning echoed within the great hall.
The True Sun Fire was most effective against such cold, insidious pollution.
The black mist didn't even have a chance to escape; in an instant, it was completely incinerated by the intense heat.
The trace of pure spiritual energy left behind was directly absorbed by the Great Sun, becoming nourishment for the evolution of the Inner World.
Fang Cheng sat on the Golden Throne, looking up at the dome, his gaze lingering on Ira's star.
