HISS! Is this truly the Lord of Hongmeng?
Prince Yu Yang Qian woke with a start, his eyes opening blankly. His back was already soaked with cold sweat, yet he paid it no heed.
He instinctively pinched himself hard, felt the pain, and his mouth twitched a few times, his expression filled with shock.
The Lord of Hongmeng, the most exalted Immortal God.
Almighty and supreme.
Most divine and most holy.
Countless gods and demons bow in worship, and the Infinite Universe spirals around.
Boundless light.
Boundless life.
Inconceivable.
Unfathomable.
When he saw that towering figure, the unrivaled pressure and the essence of the Dao were definitely not something that could be explained by illusions. The Lord of Hongmeng was undoubtedly a great existence beyond imagination.
With such a terrifying existence assisting him, what was Emperor Qian, Yang Pan?
