Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells."
Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners.
At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.
The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Ye Feng and his group continued to wander the Twilight Battlefield.


But still, they couldn't find a way out.


In the past few days, Ye Feng had incessantly torn through space, jumping countless billions of miles, yet still couldn't find the edge.


He felt that this place was likely a special battlefield built in some dimensional space.


Without the key controlled by the Gods, it was impossible to leave.


But where were the Gods of the Three Thousand Great Worlds? How often did they appear?


In Tianzhou, one of the Nine Provinces.


Inside an ancient, top-tier power known as the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect.


An elder with white hair and beard suddenly opened his eyes, gazing at the surrounding Saint Realm experts with formidable auras.


A middle-aged man clad in Demon Armor turned to ask.


Chapter 843: Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect, The Gods Descend, Impersonation