Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.,Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,The bead was something he had obtained unintentionally in his past life. He didn't know its purpose yet, but it seemed to have a special ability to help tear through space.。