Chapter 1818 - Travel Back Quickly!
- On the vast, ancient battlefield, in a strange vortex of sinisterness.
- Jian Wushuang sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He had already sat there for three hundred years.
- In front of him, there was an image. In the image, there was a white-haired lady moving her finger and a sword shadow containing boundless rage substantiated in the air.