"The physical body is but a shackle, young friend, there's no need to be surprised," Zhuge Wuwei said, seeing Zhou Yan's somewhat astonished expression, he simply smiled and didn't think much of it.
As he spoke, he waved his hand gently towards the void, and immediately, the void twisted and formed a throne-like seat, condensed from spatial barriers and energy.
"Please, take a seat," Zhuge Wuwei said.
"Hm?"
Zhou Yan's pupils narrowed; this method of solidifying the void into a physical object—this, this must be the method of the God Realm, right?
Zhou Yan's gaze shifted slightly.
