Mystic Clan of the P

At that moment, a brilliant white light pierced through the dense darkness before them. Although the darkness surged like a tide, the beam of light stood firm, unwavering like the sun through the ages.,In the violently rolling viewpoint, he flew over the small, yellowish village and smoke like a light swallow, passing above the clear river.,Lu Jiangxian silently watched the sun on the river surface. The water waves surged and flowed, causing the light patterns under the water to twist constantly.。