Naturally, everyone heard the roar that shook the entire city.
Is it..... the God of Plague??
The Taoist Palace fell into silence.
The Celestial Venerate's hand, white as jade, withdrew from the Chaos Mist, seemingly toying with what is called the imprint,
In a fleeting glimpse, everyone clearly saw the appearance of the imprint, revealing a contradictory and complex feeling,
High yet high.
Low yet low.
High, because its position is truly very high, low, because it appeared in the Eight Sceneries Palace, in the hands of the [Celestial Venerate].....
The Buddha Son awoke from his reverie, his pupils slightly contracting, murmuring:
"No....."
"This is not an ordinary spiritual imprint!"
"It is a fundamental true spirit profound thought of the God of Plague!!"
Numerous gazes cast towards this mysterious fifth seat, the great Celestial Venerate once again perked up His ears.
The Buddha Son exclaimed:
