Zhang Xiaoman

On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning ripped through the void, shattering the altar used for sacrificial offerings. A white day thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked heated debate among the people.,“Right now, I will lay a solid foundation and step by step cultivate the divine repositories within my body. By the way, I will also obtain those astonishing divine seeds scattered across Earth. Then, even the three Heavenly Venerables will only have their feet trampled under mine.”,Moreover, at first glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man was actually being extremely careful and cherishing it as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。