Mystic Clan of the P

At that moment, a brilliant white light pierced through the dense darkness before them. Although the darkness surged like a tide, the beam of light stood firm, unwavering like the sun through the ages.,Remembering the past silently, Lu Jiangxian had a splitting headache. All he could recall was himself collapsing on his bed, weak and drained. The smoke from his rental room and the neon lights flickered around him.,"What is this, swallowing the essence of the sun and moon Are there really immortals in this world, with miraculous divine powers, monsters, and ghosts" He was shocked, thinking to himself, "What have I become, a spirit"。