As Gu Jianlin's punch was thrown, the golden brilliance enveloped the desolate highway, the night seemed to be lit up as if it were daylight, and the burning Vermilion Fire was suddenly purified, disappearing into the Void.
With a rumbling sound, terrifying cracks appeared in the illusory dreamscape, the cries of the birds seemed to reach a peak of fury, yet the dreadful shadow that covered the sky was equally powerless to reverse, and like a reflection in water, it was annihilated in the Buddha light.
After nearly a year had passed, the young man shattered the shackles of fate with his own hands.
This punch almost took the life of the Ghost Car Ancestor, whose heart was pierced through once again, the wound on his chest burned as if charred, splintered brilliance penetrated through flesh, as if a Sun was wedged within his body, the noble divine form ignited like a furnace, crumbling and melting inch by inch.
