The Consciousness of the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother
Editor: Henyee Translations
Lin Yan took a step back and let go of the meat wall.
The void in front of him and the sun immediately turned into illusions and slowly retreated.
"As expected, it's similar to that old monk Wang Yue…"
Lin Yan slowly reached out and pressed his hand against the wall of flesh again. The illusion immediately appeared.
He raised his head. The scorching sun shone horizontally in the sky. As he raised his head, it suddenly fell and became larger and larger. It was as vast as the stars above his head.
Lin Yan took a closer look and realized that it was not a scorching sun, but a golden ball that was neither gold nor jade. It emitted thousands of rays of light, but it was blocked by an impenetrable seal, as if it was sealed.
Lin Yan tightened his grip on Old Qin. With a thought, he connected Old Qin with his Mind Connection Technique.
"Old Qin, can you see this?!"