What kind of wretched thing is this?
Li Ping'an's Primordial Spirit surveyed the surroundings. Through the white mist, faint glimmers of several Spiritual Treasures could be seen.
He was temporarily unable to perceive the external situation.
It was as if his Primordial Spirit was currently trapped in an extremely minute fragment of time, manipulated by an indescribable Divine Skill, forcing him to infinitely sense this moment.
What kind of Great Divine Power is this?
As he pondered, a flickering flame suddenly appeared ahead, accompanied by a twisting, trembling black shadow that materialized in front of his Primordial Spirit.
Li Ping'an's Primordial Spirit tried to remain composed, relying on that cryptic Dao Charm to recognize the visitor.
Coffin Spirit.
The mysterious Transcender, ever enigmatic and full of lies.
What's the meaning of this?
