Xie Tian strolled in the primordial heavens and earth when Tian Xin, eight million li away from the thatched cottage, casually picked a peerless Spiritual Medicine and walked towards the back.
Even though he knew that the further forward he went, the greater the opportunities, Xie Yun was behind him. For him, the Hongmeng Qi was more important.
But after only a few steps, he stopped, his calm yet intense gaze reflecting in the figure of one person, a Bronze Ancient Axe.
"This axe, is it your opportunity?" Tian Xin asked.
Shen Yue's face was cold. The ancient axe lightly lifted, slanting towards Tian Xin, "Did you choose the death camp?"
Tian Xin nodded, "Yes."
Shen Yue shook his head, "You picked not the death camp, but the Divine Emperor's army."
"It's the same," Tian Xin said calmly, "All sages, ultimately buried by my hand, this is my path to invincibility."
