Li Yan found himself in an indescribable situation. It was as if he was plummeting into an abyss, unable to prevent the fall, yet also seemed to be flying within the soft embrace of cloud clusters, living freely and happily.
He saw one woman's face after another.
The most beautiful Zhang Daojing at the age of sixteen, the charming and fashionable Judy, Yu Shu with her long ponytail, the cold and alluring Madam Shi, Afafu with her drunken, hazy eyes, Wei Dan in a black tank top—they were all smiling, shedding the already scant clothes on their bodies while they laughed...
Boom!!!
A thunderous explosion rang out, and countless masses of blue mountain fires burst before Li Yan's eyes.
"Ugh!"
Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes.
His right hand was gripping Beauty Yu Zan's neck, while black Disaster Water spread all over his body. The Jumu Great Sword was plunged into the ground.
