Colors, hues, Li Huowang lost all the colors on his body.
Looking down at himself, now only in shades of black and white, Li Huowang pulled out a dagger and sliced into his palm. The blood that flowed out was not the fresh red one would expect, but pitch black instead.
Clearly, this was no mere illusion—this was some Sect's peculiar Divine Skills.
"Jade Purity captures the essence, Great Brahma Spirit Division, Mysterious Primordial Qi flows, Starry Pearl Solid Realm, Yang eliminates yin, Central Primordial hides the shadow!"
As an elderly voice rang beside Li Huowang's ear, the black color gradually receded from his body, turning his whole being an eerie white.
And with the fading of the color, his facial features also started to waver and shake,
Li Huowang turned his head toward the source of the voice and saw an old Scholar wearing a Silk Scarf and a Purple Long Robe embroidered with green patterns, his black beard fluttering.
