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

Now, only the last year remains until the hundred-year transformation into a mortal.


Ye Feng still possesses the appearance of his youth.


But, due to the effects of the Power of Reality, even if the child next door who wanted to buy a wife from him has aged into an old man, he sees nothing wrong with Ye Feng's appearance.


Ye Feng gently stroked the carving knife that had followed him for nearly a century, its edge still as sharp as ever.


Years ago, he mastered the second volume of "Hand of Myriad Transformations" to its peak, possessing a Power of Reality so strong that it could obliterate the world.


"Master Ye, the Wild Boar has sent a letter saying that it too is stuck at the Pinnacle of the Fourth Realm and doesn't know how to break through."


Chapter 1078: The Descent of the Demon God, A Global Sensation