Human Race Garrison

Shen Changqing sat cross-legged, his body radiating with a powerful spiritual light. It was as if stars were gathering around him, and the phantom of a galaxy appeared along with it.,"I didn't expect that even a fourth-order divine medicine wouldn't allow me to directly break through a small realm!",Either there are other cultivators meditating here, or there is a chance encounter. This formation was set up to protect the opportunity.。