"Puff!"
After half an hour, Yuan Tiangang's throat moved, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staining the polished floor, emitting gray vapor with a strong corrosive power.
The gray vapor in the blood is the backlash of destiny's power, causing minor injuries at worst, or resulting in being abandoned by the 'Dao', cursed with karma, doomed to die without a burial place.
Boom!
Above his head, the power of Tianming shattered, and celestial secrets disintegrated, becoming a piece of voidness.
What celestial secrets!
What destiny!
What past, present, future!
All erased clean, leaving nothing behind.
"Huff huff~"
Yuan Tiangang clutched his chest, strands of gray-white hair fell, breathing heavily like an ox. It took a long while before he returned to normal.
However, his eyes were filled with confusion and worry.
"Why can't the celestial secrets about the Qin Dynasty be divined?"
"Is it being concealed, or is it due to a great change in the world?"
