The sudden turn of events took the ethereal phantom by surprise, who had guarded the Qingyuan Fairy Palace as a solitary spirit for a hundred thousand years.
For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.
Then, he realized a problem.
He was no longer a living person and thus incapable of hallucination.
So...
Where was the Immortal Palace?
What happened to the vast expanse of their Immortal Palace?
Without a doubt, the answer lay with Li Jing, who reshaped the landscape with a single touch.
Mouthing wordlessly, the young phantom was at a loss for words.
As a remnant soul, he couldn't fathom Li Jing and had virtually no power to exert.
After all, he was like a candle in the wind over the course of a hundred thousand years - a slight mishap could extinguish it.
Confronted with Li Jing, he didn't dare to show the slightest defiance.
Turning back to the matter at hand.
He found it hard to believe what Li Jing had done