The Gathering of Ten Thousand Races

Hu hu hu!

Gusts of strong wind came from the ninth heaven. Jian Wushuang was lifted up by a seven-colored auspicious cloud. He broke through the void continuously and shuttled through the cracks, heading in an unknown direction.

Jian Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back. His purple-gold eyes flashed with thoughts.

In the past year, he had spent most of his time familiarizing himself with the chaotic body and asking white-hair ancestor about the Great Clan Gathering.

First, it was the chaotic domineering body.

To Jian Wushuang, his comprehension of sword principle, universe law, and divine power were all at the peak among the Rulers of the world.

In fact, throughout the ages, there were very few people who could compare to him.

His only flaw, or rather, his shortcoming, was the strength of his physical body.