Their eyes, a young man's statue, dressed in black with hair in the middle of the shrine, shone with a radiant black brilliance, eyes like torches!
"Is this... the obvious presence of the divine spirit? Is there really... a God?"
As for Hechuan, he previously did not believe in God. He looked at the statue in the shrine, trembling, and knelt on the ground, no longer daring to disbelieve.
The elder brother showed a hint of awe and knelt down with the devout disciples...
Such events were happening almost everywhere in China and even Asia. Yang Tian had successfully ascended during the most powerful period of robbery/calamity.
However, just like the sensational Yang Tian, he had already left China, even Asia, standing amidst a snowfield.
"Is this the space portal of the cultivation realm? Where is it?"
Amidst the snow of the North Pole, Yang Tian glanced at the snowflakes swirling like goose feathers, a vast white expanse, and gently asked.
