The autumn wind brushed through, and as it passed, withered leaves fell, touching the water's surface and rippling gently across the sea.
Green Snake sighed, dispersing the magic skill.
This was a legacy she had recently acquired, one that calmed the winds and waves. It was so powerful that at its highest levels, it could even freeze space—of course, Green Snake couldn't do that, and it was not a possibility within a thousand years.
She was not that freak of a Dragon Turtle; she had only just undergone her third step of Transcendence into the True Blood Realm, and hadn't even fully condensed her True Blood. She was still far from transforming her shape, let alone freezing space.
She couldn't even sense the existence of space!
To be able to influence space at the Demonic Realm was to be a top genius, a position as a First Chair at Qingyuan Gate was guaranteed.
