"Good! Yinglong, so you too have been waiting for me, haven't you!"
An Jing burst out laughing. To command heaven and earth, to command the Heavenly Dao—For one who once nearly stepped into Harmonization, such things were as natural as breathing. All the more so, when Yinglong would rather die than let his Divine Power dissipate in the Great Wilderness Realm, deliberately leaving it behind for later generations to rouse.
He too had been waiting, waiting for his own strength to become the fulcrum that could turn the World.
That fulcrum had arrived.
At this moment, on Candle Mountain of the Fifth Industrial Center, Yu Feng had been leisurely waiting.
