Wang Lin pondered as he stepped out of the mountain. At this moment, the crack at the top of the mountain had disappeared, and the light in the Seven-Colored Realm had vanished. It was once again dark.
Looking at the darkness before him, Wang Lin spread out his divine sense. Just as he was about to leave the mountain, he suddenly stopped and looked down at a valley not far away.
"Come out and see me!" Wang Lin's voice was calm, but there was a sense of dignity that couldn't be rejected.
His words were cold, like a gust of wind that echoed through the valley. They shot up into the sky, shaking the entire Seven-Colored Realm. It was as if his words were a law, and everyone who heard it was shaken.
Master Cloud Soul was sitting in a cave in the valley. When the crack that lit up the entire Seven-Colored Realm appeared on Wang Lin's mountain, he woke up from his meditation. What followed was an inexplicable fear.