The child's courageous call was still ringing in song qingxiao's ears. Before she could finish, she had already been pulled back to 800 years in the future.
The petite and trembling body in her arms had disappeared, just like the first time she had returned to 800 years ago, when Zhang xiaonang was just born.
In front of them was the ghostly tiandao temple. Beside song qingxiao were the survivors of the traveling merchant group, including uncle Shan.
Her body had grown a lot taller, and her appearance had returned to when she was seventeen or eighteen years old.
The seal on his spiritual power had been broken by more than half, and he could at least reach 60% of his peak strength.
Song qingxiao tried to sense her body with her divine sense. She could already get a response from the ring of the universe, and she could take things out of it.
In her sea of consciousness, the damaged green lamp of chaos and the stellar array could respond to her.
