Zhou Yuan silently stood on the red hill, the mottled pitch-black Heavenly Yuan Brush quietly hovering beside him. Faint pulses of light flowed along the body of the brush as an almost undetectable but powerful undulation spread.

Zhou Yuan was overwhelmed by emotion as he stared at the Heavenly Yuan Brush. He could clearly feel how much different it was now compared to before.

There may only be a word of difference between a Heaven Genesis Weapon and a Black Genesis Weapon, but ...