The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade. small worlds aren't anything.For a being like Jun Xiaoyao, who hasn't yet reached the realm of an Emperor Sovereign and enjoyed boundless freedom, the power of one hundred small thousand worlds is si...