So Zhao Yi was chased away, and everyone else continued brainstorming in the Golden Hall.
At that time, Zhao Yi only felt that his Mystical Gate had changed, but he didn't know what it had become.
Looking at the vast world in front of him now, Zhao Yi finally understood.
When Uncle Zhao Yuan had first performed the top-down imparting on Zhao Yi, his Mystical Gate was just a wall.
That was the closest Zhao Yi had ever been to breaking through the Mystical Gate.
Unfortunately, Uncle Zhao Yuan was too weak. Instead of succeeding, he turned the wall into a sea, messing things up.
Now it was completely over.
The entire Zhao family couldn't fill this world even if they wanted to!
As Zhao Yi was feeling regretful, he suddenly had a feeling and quickly turned his head.
On the distant horizon appeared a giant red phantom.
The phantom was human-shaped, towering at a hundred feet, with its eyes closed and a terrifying black hole in the middle of its brow.
