When they dug up my bones, they thought I would become useless.
Little did I know that what was sleeping inside me was something ten thousand times more terrifying than spiritual bones - the source of taboo.
The fatal sword of the sect saint was quietly annihilated three feet in front of me.
The imperial prince's suppression of the national destiny was shattered by my glare.
When I set foot on Jiutian, those so-called Immortal Emperors. Looking at the world-destroying disaster surrounding me in horror: "You... What kind of monster are you?"
I smiled: "I am your natural disaster."
The rhythm is okay, a little different