It was a dojo that belonged to Jian Wushuang.
The dome was constructed by all kinds of Supreme divine power, and the divine rhythm filled the entire Dao Field from top to bottom. It was brilliant gold and brilliant.
Under the Dao Field were thousands of divine weapons that acted as the foundation and infused the divine aura into the Dao Field.
In the center of the huge Daoist sanctum, an extremely thin figure sat there. The loose black robe on his upper body had been torn apart by the vast divine power, revealing his strong body with divine patterns.
His long hair, which seemed to have been dyed golden by his divine aura, was scattered on the ground like a waterfall of stars.
The Tarot Divine Sword was slanted to one side, the blade ringing in its sheath.
Jian Wushuang had maintained this posture for 8,000 years. The vast divine power flowed into his body through every pore and nourished every inch of his meridians.