On these walls, surprisingly, remnants of some aura were present, strong like an ancient dragon lying low, impossible to gauge its depth.
Within these energies, he keenly sensed some dao patterns, already battered and dilapidated, yet seemingly brewing the great power of heaven and earth upon them.
Could these dao patterns be the clues to the Qi Refiner transcending the ordinary?
But seeing the white mist above thinning increasingly, Xu Guang retracted his arm, having no choice but to retreat for now.
He swiftly withdrew, arriving at the ice crevice where white mist billowed, sprouting talismans overhead.
Upon arriving here, he discovered that this was a gigantic palm print!
Such an enormous palm print, over thirty thousand meters!
The pit of the palm print was filled with endless white mist, fathomlessly deep. His gaze suddenly paused, staring intently at something on the cliff wall— the Bronze Blood Gate.
Could this gate move on its own?
