The Three Realms were trembling.
In the universe of origin, a huge star was collapsing.
It was dark.
It was pitch black.
……
Deep in the forbidden Sea.
The sky sealing Island.
Feng, who was still fishing, shook his body slightly. In the water, a huge golden fish was instantly crushed into powder.
Behind him, the two maidservants exploded with a powerful aura. They had pained expressions as they resisted with great difficulty.
"Phew ..."
Exhaling, Feng shook his head and chuckled,"After living for so long, you can't even accept this. The more you live, the more backward you become."
Feng smiled and didn't say anything else.
He continued to fish.
He was dead.
All four of his disciples had died. Feng wasn't surprised, but he laughed at himself. Was this really the case?
The four deities ... The four deities can't be provoked?
What about the nine emperors?
The four great disciples were all dead!