Mortal Refinement Art

Su Ming was silent. He sat in the white ring and stared at the galaxy beyond. It looked boundless when he cast his gaze on it. With countless whirlwinds rampaging around, he could not see a single planet. There were only stones floating in space.

Occasionally, some large ones would sweep past them in the whirlwind. The stones had once been part of the planets in True Morning Dao World, but most of them had been destroyed, filling the galaxy with stone fragments and dust.

There were also fragments from quite a large number of Enchanted Treasures. In fact, there were even some torn pieces of flesh and blood, which filled the galaxy of True Morning Dao World with a bloody stench.

As he stared at the world outside quietly, Su Ming felt like he had returned to the Barren Lands of Divine Source. In fact, even that place was in a much better shape than True Morning Dao World at that moment.