"If you keep thinking of it, there must be an echo..."
The Heavenly Monarch's eternally calm face finally changed, he furrowed his brows, and the yellow cloud in the sky gradually parted, as a ship-shaped vertical eye slowly opened.
A similarly grand thought surged forth, colliding with the traversing spiritual power, the heavens wind and clouds churned, as if two gigantic entities were battling. Jiang Li's mind was intercepted, but he did not retreat, instead evolving into an aura as profound as the Dao.
Dimly and distant, vast and majestic, spiritual will manipulated the wind and clouds in a form and above fashion, suddenly turning, transforming into Jiang Li's figure.
'Indeed, it has succeeded.' The Heavenly Monarch upon seeing this, glimpsed a shadow of dimness in his eyes.
