Now!
The Hongmeng Purple Qi has already taken shape, which means everything is ready, just waiting for the future.
"Now, just waiting for the Great Tribulation to begin."
Zhao Feng smiled slightly, raised his hand to put away the Hongmeng Purple Qi that glowed with a purple halo.
Although the Hongmeng Purple Qi has formed, he knows in his heart that now is far from the appropriate time for the Hongmeng Purple Qi to appear in the world.
It must wait for the Great Tribulation to end, until that heavenly mechanism becomes clear.
This is the scheme.
A scheme that Zhao Feng personally devised, a plan to divide the Buddhist Sect.
Of course.
This time Zhao Feng's closed-door meditation is mainly about refining the Chaos Bell, which naturally cannot be delayed.
Time passes slowly, and over a dozen years pass by in a flash.
In Xianyang City, sunlight poured down, coating the high Zen Meditation Platform with a layer of golden brilliance.
