Just like the ore has been burned red in the crucible and is about to liquefy.

Like a baby bird on a cliff, it stumbles to the edge of the cliff and is about to spread its wings and fly high.

Once you cross this point, nothing will ever be the same again.

Beyond this point, the future will be brighter and brighter.

However……

"Not even close!"

The saint said, feeling the energy flowing from the fishing drum and Jiejiao stele.

Yes, it's still a little bit worse.

The ore is only burned red, and the temperature has not yet reached the height required for melting. No one knows if the heating continues, whether the ore will be melted into liquid, or whether the crucible will not be able to hold up and fall apart in the high temperature.

The baby bird only walked to the edge of the cliff. No one knows whether it can fly into the sky.

Maybe, he might fall from the cliff and be shattered into pieces.

However, this is human nature!

Leader Tongtian couldn't help but think of a comment he had seen in the comment area of ​​a video on Xu Ji's Fangtiandi Biliba: "So many things are always urgent, the world is changing, time is running out, ten thousand years is too long

, seize the day!"
Chapter completed!