It was night.
Sure enough.
The four Great Secret Realms continuously expanded and made contact with each other, forming four additional Secret Realms.
When Jiang Ren saw this scene, he was full of admiration: "I really guessed correctly... The eighth color is white!"
If you aren't a modern person, you definitely wouldn't think of this.
The merging of seven colors naturally becomes white.
Just like a rainbow.
At the same time.
A vortex appeared...
The wind started blowing.
...
In a nearby stairway, many people gathered, holding telescopes to observe the scene.
"Did you see that? They've cordoned off several hundred meters around the city center... There are four Secret Realms in there, four different colors. Based on my analysis, there must be precious treasures inside!"
"The way the Dark Web is hogging everything is too much; they're taking all the benefits and leaving us with scraps!"
