C3545 Sculpting

In the stars.

The Heavenly Dao was roaring, the black clouds were boiling, the thunder was roaring, and the rain was pouring down.

The wind cut the black clouds into pieces, and cracks spread in the void.

Lee Mo hugged Cao Luoshui and stared at the Heavenly Dao. "As the Heavenly Dao, it is impossible for it to attack the cultivators in the True World. However