The Tower of Source has an unknown number of floors.
The boundless sea of ????souls here is shrouded in mist.
A thin figure was trapped and locked in this sea of ????fog.
"Mr. Yan, I'm here again."
A low voice sounded on the other side of the fog sea, and soon, a tall figure in a white robe slowly approached and squatted in front of "Mr. Yan".
"Lord Yunhu..."
Mr. Yan did not raise his head. He lowered his head, looked at his nose and nose, and responded with a soft smile.
It was as if he had known for a long ti that Yunhu would co.
The four divine envoys have the authority to visit him individually.
However, even for them, the opportunity to visit the "prophet" alone is very precious, and each eting requires a lot of "rit".
"I want to do another divination... about this person."
Yunhu raised his hand and waved.
From his fingertips, soft spiritual power erged, taking shape in the sea of ????mist.
A handso young face slowly erged.
"Master Yunhu, would a person like you also worry about... his future destiny?" Mr. Yan still did not raise his head, and he said in a very soft voice: "It's really unbelievable that you would spend this ti The opportunity to et
is used to divine the 'S-class' from another continent."
Yunhu was indifferent.
For the Tower of Source, Mr. Yan, the "prophet
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