Sensing the changes in the acupuncture points on his left hand, Meng Qi smiled and sent his spiritual sense into it. Stepping into it, he felt that the world had become dark and quiet. It could soothe the fear and pain in everyone’s heart and dissolve their obsession, while the will of death reverberated, the vitality did not diminish. It was extremely mysterious, as if it was the final destination, an eternal hometown.
In the center of the world, a lotus throne floated. It was a ninth-grade lotus throne. Its color was pale, and it was fresh and refreshing. It made Gu Xiaosang, who was sitting on it, look even more ethereal. She was untainted by the dust of the world, as if she was born with a faint sense of antiquity.
Compared to the last time they met, her appearance was even more exquisite and hard to describe, and her temperament was even more sacred and refined.