C285 There Are too Many Monks and too Little Porridge

It was a dark space.

There was no sky, no earth. There was only endless darkness.

The so-called darkness was a trace of light in the darkness. It was visible to the naked eye.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air sounded.

Numerous rays of light flashed across the sky at a rapid speed. They carried a gorgeous tail light as they flew toward the distance