C534 43rd Place in a Thousand Years

The reversing river of light, in every corner of the capital, could clearly be seen, the pillar of light shining with a dazzling light, announcing its existence in all directions.

Ouyang Zheng, who was sitting on the throne, kept knocking on the throne. His heart was beating like a drum.

Although he knew that the river of light that flowed in reverse was the handiwork of the Myriad God Sect