Having swallowed up many souls, Huojiao King felt that the wounds left by the turbulence of space in his body seemed to have been almost completely healed.

One man and one beast left Mount Python and finally embarked on the journey back to Qingyu. However, I am afraid neither of them knows at this time whether they will be greeted with happiness or misfortune.

Qingyu, Bronze Mountain, Tiangong.

It's very late at night. Over the magnificent hall, a crescent moon hangs over the sky in front of it. The misty clouds surround the crescent moon. The bright moonlight shines on the lonely and standing middle-aged people below.

The middle-aged man...