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.,Li Xing wasted no time, stepping directly into the area. Moments later, he reappeared where he started, his eyes now holding a different glint as he looked at the surrounding region.,Either there are other cultivators meditating here, or there is a chance encounter. This formation was set up to protect the opportunity.。