Her palm gently pressed down, soft as a breeze. She seemed to be consoling the grief of followers, as if she wanted to smooth out the suffering of the human world.
How can the world's sorrows be fully described? Who can escape the torment in the human world?
Birth, aging, sickness, death, love, hate, separation, all eternal like this.
Only the bright moon, stainless, without dust, without love or hate, without sorrow or suffering.
Last night, tonight, tomorrow night.
Moonlight... like a lotus flower.
The face of Yue Tiannu, which wasn't attractive, held a divine beauty. And the palm that wasn't soft, softly pressed down on Ge Fei's face.
There's nowhere to evade anymore.
A vast and majestic power surged forth, converging directly onto the face; Ge Fei simply faced it with his face, leveraging the Golden Frame and Jade Marrow to receive, even resist this palm.
People often use the phrase 'face slapping' to mock failure, but under godlike power, what is impossible?
