C1622 Disciple Number One Thousand and Sixty Two, Hongjun Opened the Sky Three.
"That's right!"
Wu Xiaoming watched as the Great World was slowly being hacked apart by the Pangu Axe.
The turbid air fell to the ground, and the clear air rose to the sky.
In just a moment, the world was gradually formed.
"Formation, rise!"
Wu Xiaoming did not dare to be negligent. He continuously channeled his majestic mana into the barrier that Dao Ancestor Hongjun had just created
