MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - ~ The enemy of Tekken (eighty-five) returns home

... Countless Jin Chancan's horns and various instruments flew out of the Jade, lined up in the void, like a majestic march played by an invisible band.

Even in the cosmic vacuum, the music continues to ripple in the form of golden ripples.

Under Teresa's feet, there was also a red carpet created by light magic, like a winding red satin, extending from the Emerald to the Boxing God.

With a small breast and a proud face, Teresa walked from the red carpet.

"I am the ruler o ...