(Correction, it should be Fairy Qing Yue, a typo, always thinking of the saying "the green surpasses the blue".)
There was no white-clothed man, nor Dao Child, no thatched hut, magnificent metallic palace, Cosmic Lake, or spiritual mountains; everything seen was gone.
Here, there was only tranquility, a few pieces of skeletal remains, withering through the ages, lingering coldly in the desolation, incredibly bleak.
Shi Hao felt a chill from head to toe, what had he truly experienced?
Just now, it felt so real, everything seemed so inconceivable, like a dream of the South Branch; in the end, to wake up like this—now his spine was shivering with cold.
It was truly terrifying, for he was a cultivator in the Escapist One Realm, with profound skill, breaking this era's record, creating a myth, an unprecedented young master.
Yet, he was drawn into it, that dream was too real.
