The stars are like the sea, condensing into a huge ball of light, as if they have turned into liquid. There are the sound of streams gurgling, the rumbling of rivers rushing, and the roar of huge waves washing the sky.

After condensing and evolving almost, Ye Fan raised his hand, raised his five fingers with one hand like a knife, and raised his palm with the other hand to imprint it on the light ball, infusing the essence and blood of his own blood.

Chih!

Ye Fan's upright palm burst out with a blazing sword light, with a sharp edge, and a sharp knife.

In an instant, the light ball surged violently, and various colors of light flashed, dazzling, holy and brilliant, like boiling water swelling, a stream of air rising, and a stream of air sinking.

Seeing this, Ye Fan's soul crystal trembled, his soul was surging, and his boundless soul power surged out like a stunning rainbow, tearing the void, breaking through the foggy light ball, and rushing into it.

Ye Fan shouted: "Eight-Phase Holy Realm..."

However, there was nothing else to go, and Ye Fan's gestures were frozen in the air, his expression was dull and he could not come back to his senses for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

Shang asked in confusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was stunned.

The fog-like light dissipates, and a vast and desolate land appears under the light. The earth is vast, but also very desolate, full of a silence and cold atmosphere, as if it is a lost land.

But what made Ye Fan and Shang confused was not this land, but... the yellow mud piles above it.
Chapter completed!