The Luo Tian Disc began to rotate slowly, with specks of light appearing on its damaged surface, eventually converging into a massive column of light.
Within the light column, various mystical symbols were spinning incessantly, undergoing constant deduction, accompanied by a multitude of illusions that were breathtaking to behold.
"How is it? Can you find it?" Xue An asked.
Zhuge Cang shook his head, "It's been too long. If he still has a trace of lingering consciousness, it might be found. Otherwise, the chances are extremely slim."
As soon as the words were spoken, a blurry image suddenly appeared within the light column.
Zhuge Cang shuddered, "Found it!"
Everyone immediately focused their attention.
The image showed an empty and desolate world, with a trace of a nearly imperceptible spirit wandering alone in it.
Upon seeing this, Xue An's eyes narrowed slightly, and he softly said, "I know this place!"
