C1382 The Door of the Crying Blood Rain Tomb

Building Master's white clothes were clean and clean, his face was beautiful, the passage of time had not left any traces on her, but instead added an ethereal aura to his body. The sect entrance was immersed in the Primal Chaos, where the earth was filled with golden lotuses.

The current Building Master had completed a transformation.

"Congratulations."

An old voice came from the clouds