The golden fireball gradually disappeared, as if it had completed its task, leaving behind only a pair of old and broken corpses.
In the universe, a tremendous throne emerged from nothingness, slowly becoming visible, granting you vastness. It was filled with rhythm. It did not peek at random faces, nor did it know whether the person seated on the throne was a man or a woman?
Lin Ao had an intuition. The person on the throne was a child of mystery. Lin Ao did not understand what he was thinking. But Lin Chen had a strong intuition. Only the mysterious children could not see what had just happened.
Lin Zida shouted, "Who are you? Xuan Miao? Why did you witness that golden fireball for me? Who is controlling them?"
Lin Zida's heart held too many doubts, like a rushing current, Lin Zida wanted to know the answer.
