As he stepped into the statue, Wang Baole heard the sound of breathing in the familiar darkness.
It was as if there was a person in the depths of the darkness, slowly breathing, slowly feeling, and slowly paying attention to himself.
Wang Baole was silent. He looked towards the direction of the breathing in the darkness.
That place seemed to be very far away, but it also seemed to be very close.
The familiar ripples and the resonance of their bloodlines made the other party’s identity no longer a secret at that moment.
The darkness that separated them seemed to have been formed by some sort of sealing power. Wang Baole could see through it, but he couldn’t.
He stood there silently, staring at the gradually emerging in the darkness... the sixth memory image of the emperor.
