Mystic Clan of the P

"So beautiful." Lü Jiangxian thought blankly. As more and more runes appeared, it seemed to reach some kind of limit. He heard a cracking sound like shattering glass. The world, lit up.,Perhaps because he had suppressed it for too long, Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly conjured up such thoughts, and his mood even felt a little excited.,After an unknown amount of time, the air grew increasingly thin. Lu Jiangxian suddenly awoke, realizing that the crescent moon had vanished from the sky and the sun was rising above the treetops, bathing the river in a warm morning glow.。