Inside the hollow jade temple, Meng Qi opened his right palm. Drops of blood rolled on it like Mercury. The surface was flawless and perfect. There was a hint of darkness hidden inside, as if it was reflecting the void, it showed a strong sense of existence that affected the structure of the surrounding heaven and earth. It exuded an extremely ancient and ancient aura.
Based on what he saw in the Fusang Ancient Tree and his experience in comprehending the supreme heavenly mirror over the years, he was certain that the blood belonged to the Heavenly God. The former ruler of the heavens, the ancient emperor, and his fame had even spread to this era, on the primitive fragment of Earth, which was used as the passage raft, he was still worshipped for a long time.