C836 The Roar of the Eight Hundred and Twenty-five Tigers - Zi Jin's Death
The purple majestic palace was filled with high-rise buildings.
Zi Jin’s footsteps were steady as he walked to the highest point of the No-sleep Cultivator Palace. It was a high platform.
The stars in his eyes shone down, illuminating his purple tiger robe.
He had worn this tiger robe for eight thousand years.
Eight thousand years of rampaging through the world, and it ended in this way
