The entire piece of kraft paper suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.

It began to spread to all directions.

this moment.

Kraft paper is no longer kraft paper.

Instead, it turned into a picture that has been covered in dust for endless years.

The wheel of history rolls forward, crushing countless mortal things.

However, this painting seems to be an immortal thing that has been left behind after the baptism of time and the waves.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This golden scroll was turning for a while.

The shadows of countless ancient shamans suddenly appeared above.

Endless time.

For a moment it seemed as if he had gone backwards.

From the scroll, Su Chen saw millions of shamans rushing towards the end of the world.

There.

There is a temple.

A supreme temple.

Millions of shamans gathered in front of the temple, knelt down to worship, and chanted day and night.

Gradually, a golden ocean condensed over the temple.

"What? Is this the power of faith?"

Su Chen opened his eyes wide and stared at this scene.

The origin of the power of faith comes from the ancient witch clan.

However, many things have changed since then.

"What power of faith? This is obviously the brilliance of the Witch God!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came.

When Su Chen turned around, he saw Kao's silhouette condensed on top of the tree crown.

Although Kao looked haggard at this moment, there was an indescribable sparkle in his eyes.
Chapter completed!