The Great Devouring

Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,Liu WuXie's face darkened, but he couldn't find a way to refute it.,He was covered in dust, his clothes tattered, looking like a beggar. Xu Yilin told him to go back and clean up first.。