Chapter 917

• In a small forest not too far away from the gate of the Holy Way of the Heavens, Cheng Guangyao looked at the two ancient stone steles that were thousands of meters high and five hundred meters wide in golden.
• I also stared at the four-character silver-hooked iron paintings of "the heavens" and "the holy way" engraved on the two stone tablets, magnificent, but there was a trace of remembrance mixed with jealousy, ridicule, gnashing teeth, sadness, shame, etc color.
• "What about the holy ways of the heavens! What about the super sects! Isn't it about to be destroyed! Humph!"