Twilight mists rose, and as darkness enveloped the vastness, a bright moon ascended the mountaintop of Xuanqing Mountain, casting its clear light everywhere, illuminating the eyebrows and hair of those it touched.
A figure in a black robe was seated atop Black Bull Ridge, enveloped by white mists floating around him. If anyone from Jianghu were there, they could clearly see his Qi Mechanism seemed to be climbing relentlessly.
In front of him, there was a faint, nearly imperceptible breath, which had just burst forth from the Thousand Mechanism Stone Plate.
"Swoosh!"
The elusive breath drifted forward and plunged directly into An Jing's mind.
Originally, there were three colored light spheres in his mind. The moment that breath charged in, all three light spheres paused, then, as if summoned by a sound from the unknown, they surged towards the breath.
