C813 Metaplasia

In the midst of all the stars, a flame was burning between Meng Xuan's eyebrows. His Primordial Spirit seemed to have become the wick of a lamp as it continued to burn. A pained expression appeared on his face. The power of the Soul-Shattering Spike was extremely terrifying.

Whether it was the awakening from the cycle of reincarnation or the golden cicada shedding its shell back then