Dice with Death

"Welcome to the Whitewheel Dimension. Child, go and obtain the acknowledgement of the Whitewheel Origin."

A familiar voice sounded in his mind.

Wang Ye, who had stepped onto the second stairway, was slightly stunned.

Unexpectedly, the second stairway was neither an inheritance nor equipment.

Instead, it was the "Whitewheel Origin".

What was that? What did it have to do with the White Lightning bloodline and the white origin of thunder?

"Senior Wu Yuan, didn't you say that the difficulty varies from person to person? What's the difference between me and the others in obtaining the Whitewheel Origin's acknowledgment?" Wang Ye asked directly.

His voice echoed in the boundless space.

This was a pure white world. The origin of thunder could be seen everywhere, like soldiers. Under the restraint of the white origin of thunder, they seemed to be alive.

"So, it was just a casual remark," Wang Ye said.

"..."