In a small temple east of Jiachen City, a stream of light flew out, and the Yang-destroying Devil's tablet covered with red cloth suddenly appeared beside Yu Ziqing.
The tablet covered with red cloth circled the huge black egg several times before returning to Yu Ziqing's side, with a hint of shock in its tone.
"That guy from the mud pit?"
"Yes." Yu Ziqing nodded.
"How dare he, appearing so boldly like this?"
"Haven't All Gods always been this arrogant? What's so strange about it."
"Oh, that's true." The Yang-destroying Devil agreed deeply, having been far more arrogant than the Great Fallen Devil before, or maybe still is, just that his pursuits have changed.
Yu Ziqing's gaze was deep, staring at the black egg, and to be honest, he was also a bit surprised.
He reached out a hand, touching a tablet, to peer into its Memory Armor.
However, under Yu Ziqing's surveillance, the Memory Armor did not change at all, still filled with memories of the Great Fallen Devil.
