Chapter 2651: Ancient History, Three Calamities of Darkness,

n held the scythe of death, her inky blue hair dancing in the wind. A blooming flower of paradise, as crimson and alluring as a butterfly's wing, was etched upon her clavicle.She stood on the heavens,...s were filled with gratitude.Even if Yun Xuanxu were to disappear into thin air, he would still take a deep breath.They, however, were not being impolite; they merely nodded in acknowledgement to Jun...