On the platform of the sword dance, a round of golden disk, like the little sun, shines infinite golden light. Half of the sky is dyed golden.

Chen Tianming has gathered five illusory figures around him, and they are developing towards substantiality.

five tall and burly people can be created out of the sky. They don't look like puppets. They are true or false. It's hard to distinguish the true from the false.

some of the large group of disciples who were watching the war at another time were speechless.

Su Ling stood up from the Phoenix chair, frowning more tightly, and his eyes were shining with awe.

several elders...