Youming

Wrapped in a gray sky, the sun becomes dark. In the dim light, the earth looked particularly gloomy. There was no color in the dead forest, and a gloomy mist filled everything. "This is the world of monks?!" Suddenly, there was a sound of surprise in the forest, and a faint white light sharply outlined the figure of a young man in the mist. The strange sight around him did not slow down his pace at all. What a brave young man! "Woo——" A suffocating sense of oppression suddenly fell from the sky and a strong wind blew up. The brave young man was caught off guard and fell into the soil. He hurriedly raised his head to look at the sky, only to see a figure that covered the sky suddenly descending, as if an endless shadow was cast on the earth, and he was as small as an ant in it. The young man was at a loss. He didn't know how he had offended the being who looked like the master of this world. Whether he had rushed in rashly or if he didn't show enough awe afterwards. He could only quickly look away to avoid offending him again. The figure in the sky did not intend to give him a chance to make up for it. He looked at it. Wherever his eyes passed, a strong wind swept up, and some kind of power that changed the color of the world crushed everything into nothingness! The young man who had just climbed up from the ground gently looked up at the sky. The next moment, a strong wind hit his face! The mist cleared, revealing a childish but unafraid face.