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.,Compared to the last time he entered the chaotic void, this time he managed to hold on for a bit longer. However, he still couldn't truly rival the formidable Chaos Ethereal Spirits of the Divine Venerable level.,If it's not fate, then there must be other cultivators meditating here in seclusion.。