the holy son of the sequences

!!!

hearing the god of death's thoughts, bai wushang's breathing stopped. he felt a strong sense of excitement as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole person was stunned on the spot.

he had gone through too many obstacles on his way to this point. he had faced desperate situations countless times and climbed up from them countless times. he had gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

bai wushang had fantasized about what it would be like if he succeeded.

this kind of heaven-defying thing would definitely bring a heaven-defying opportunity.

however, imagination was ultimately barren, too illusory and unreal.

it wasn't until the winged dragon of death personally spoke and smashed those promises and dao fruits on his face that bai wushang felt dizzy and his spirit became numb.

this was a glorious path, and the blood poison that had plagued him for more than ten years was no longer a curse.