Above the nine heavens where purple lightning stretches across, a figure in white stands quietly in the void.
His name is Ling Chen. He has existed since the beginning of chaos. He has witnessed the birth of three thousand worlds and the annihilation of countless civilizations. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and looked at the black and yellow world under his feet, his eyes were calm, as if he were looking at a speck of dust.
Below, a war between immortals and demons sweeping half of the continent was breaking out.
The giant of the demon clan turned into a thousand-foot-long demonic shadow, and the demonic flames surged into the sky. With a wave of his hand, he turned millions of miles of scorched earth; the leader of the righteous path sacrificed the legendary sword handed down from ancient times, and the light of the sword tore the sky, trying to restore the decline. The roars of the monks, the roar of the magic weapons, and the wails of the creatures intertwined into a doomsday scene, but none of these could stir up even a single ripple in Ling Chen's heart.
