The Last One
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
The aftermath of the sky resembled ripples, expanding in all directions along with the mist, lingering for a long time without dispersing.
From afar, these ripples resembled fish scales, as if there was a gigantic fish caught between reality and illusion, swimming slowly in the void, with the sky as its water and the void as its boundary.
It gave off an incredibly shocking feeling.
Before this illusory giant fish, a figure sat cross-legged, with long hair fluttering, exuding an aura of ancientness, becoming the focus of this world.
Xu Qing closed his eyes and remained motionless.
Outside his body, the blurry figure of the half-ancestral magus also gradually fused into the sky. As the large fish swam, it seemed to be leaving.
The ground was silent. All the cultivators here felt their hearts churning intensely and were filled with endless horror.