Lights and shadows shift, space spins.
When Qin Zheng stepped out from the spatial vortex, dense Immortal Spirit Qi immediately rushed towards him, and numerous Immortal Mountains appeared before his eyes, with various immortal birds and mythical beasts soaring and roaming.
It was as if he had entered a realm of immortals.
Within these mist-covered mountains, there was one Immortal Mountain that was far grander than the others, yet had its top half neatly sliced off. Suspended clouds hovered on the half-mountain, resembling cushions for meditation and cultivation.
Qin Zheng glanced at the scene before him, then took a step forward, arriving directly on one of the cloud cushions, sitting cross-legged naturally while his mind entered the Heart Sea.
Inside, the Merit Scroll emitted a shimmering golden glow, beneath which floated two Spirit Ancient Dao Soldiers, each eroded by the Power of Curse, silent and unremarkable, as if they were common objects.
Heavenly Bow!
