In the desolate void, a gray continent quietly floats, as if held by an invisible giant hand, never falling.
At the center of the continent.
A suspended Divine Temple stands silently there.
Inside the grand hall, Wu Ming is quietly engaged in the refinement of the Divine Kingdom Core.
Suddenly.
His tightly shut eyes open, revealing a trace of uncertainty and doubt.
"Strange!"
"Why do I feel uneasy?"
Wu Ming's expression fluctuates.
The sudden unease forces him to interrupt the refinement of the Sun and Moon Divine Kingdom.
Immediately.
Wu Ming quietly calculates, trying to discern what could cause such discomfort.
No matter how he calculates, he finds no answer.
After several unsuccessful attempts.
Wu Ming finally abandons the possibility of calculation.
"I cannot deduce it, this matter likely involves the Divine King Level. Could a Divine King be preparing to act against my clan?"
He pondered secretly.
