章節 1589: Fusing Weapons

Then, this wisp of extreme dao qi directly entered Wang Mang's abdomen.

All of a sudden, white light burst forth from Wang Mang's bedroom.

Countless dazzling white divine lights appeared around Wang Mang.

An incomparably mysterious and ethereal aura filled the entire land of the eight clans.

From the outside, one could see that the islands of the eight clans were wrapped in endless mysterious white fog.

The World Will, who was secretly observing, was even more shocked when it saw this situation.

As the embodiment of the world, its horizons were naturally extraordinary.

In its eyes, the white fog was like invisible shackles.

The isolated karma of time should not have existed in this ancient history, but it had really appeared.

"Is it the mist again?

"Hehe, countless years have passed, but your methods haven't changed much."

...

At this moment, in the hall of the patriarchs of the eight clans.