Symbols dropped onto his body in seemingly endless amounts. It was difficult to see just how many of those net-like patterns descended. They were all crystalline and transparent, with each of them formed perfectly. Not a single chain was missing.
Shi Hao was immersed in his study of these endless mysteries. Both his body and mind were thrown in, and at that moment, it was as if he returned to the archaic age. It seemed as if he arrived during the power struggle between giants, an era when tens of thousands of races stood in great numbers.
In that instant, it was as if he glanced back tens of thousands of years.
Hong!
A bird of prey soared into the sky, striking down heavenly bodies one after another.
It cried toward the moon and roared towards the heavens. Several moons were blasted apart, turning into a silver rain of light that scattered down onto the great earth.