It turns out Blue Star is just a ranch. It turns out that the National Games game is just feeding.
Ye Zhao crushed the metal sign, and the powder leaked from his fingers. He looked up at the starry sky: From today on, the sheep in the pasture will start eating wolves. The golden elixir is broken and the Nascent Soul is formed. The Law-enforcing Nascent Soul can open its eyes to determine whether the rules are true or false. He stepped through the void and walked toward the galaxy, and for the first time the sunlight truly shone in the blue world behind him.
Are all worlds pasture? Then I will swallow up this pasture and use the Dantian as paper to rewrite the way of heaven.
