The Power of Mu Xue
This is a colorful space, there is no sky, there is no earth, as if the chaos has not opened, filled in the eyes only colorful colors.
"Pluff!"
Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the void, and immediately after, a figure of a white-robed youth stepped out from the vortex with brisk strides. Since he hovered in the void, he had been constantly surveying the surroundings and changing positions as if searching for something.
Like this, after almost ten minutes, the youth still found nothing. He sighed and muttered to himself, "Did it really get swallowed by me? I haven't tried the power of this illusion yet."
...
Outside, by the spiritual spring.
Mu Yang slowly opened his eyes. In the deep recesses of his eyes, there was a hint of disappointment flashing by.
"Mu Yang, did you find it?" Beside him, Mu Xue blinked her eyes like autumn waves, asking.
Mu Yang shook his head gently. "It seems to have been swallowed by the Soul Refinement Hall. It's a pity for this good illusion."