C899 Two Hundred Years Psionic God Realm

The mysterious realm. Mountains collapsing into stars. The earth splitting into worlds. The sea of stars surging.

Two hundred and fifteen years, four months, and seven days.

In the middle of the sea of stars, a towering peak pierced through the clouds.

Guan Ming was sitting on the edge of the summit. In front of him was a boundless pink seawater.

He looked down at the communicator in his hand