"It's an illusion memory..."
Lu Qing understood.
Everything before him wasn't real; it was a fragment of memory stored within the jade piece, spanning endless ages.
Otherwise, given the power unleashed by both sides, his strand of Divine Thought wouldn't possibly survive, already pulverized by the aftershocks.
Understanding this, Lu Qing relaxed and began to closely observe the battle ahead.
At this moment, the black figure had already responded.
"Then come! Let me see how far your Great Black Heaven Demon Wheel has been cultivated."
The voice was calm, without a trace of emotion, as if the impending battle was nothing more than a regular occurrence for him.
Lu Qing looked at the black figure.
Behind him floated a massive black Demon Wheel.
The Demon Wheel was pitch black like ink, slowly rotating, and with each turn, it was as if countless Demons were roaring, countless living creatures were wailing.
