Hei Xuan gazed at the technique before him, mastering the chaotic space flows, integrating them into its own control, and observing this completely reinforced and sealed world with longing in his eyes.
This is the path I have chosen!
If Ming God proceeds further and is willing to uplift me, I might have the chance to attain the rank of Demigod!
Moreover, if Ming God perfects his branches and establishes his own Divine System, I might even have the opportunity to become a Subordinate God!
Originally, my relationship with His Grace is one of mutual prosperity and adversity!
"Daoist of Creation, can you still bear not to come forward?"
A solemn voice began to echo throughout the space, as if in questioning.
In a chaotic sealed space, the space turbulence is like a torrential downpour, and the space blades, empowered, left streaks across the surface of the Creation Ship.
