Her heart felt both contented and tinged with threads of disappointment, sourness,
this sourness was exactly like that in the world of the Water Mirror, like a seed taking root and sprouting in the depths of her heart.
It would never wither.
Clearly, obsessions were ever just obsessions, and the path of cultivation was always the path of cultivation—whether in an illusory world or the real world, it was all the same!
...
Meanwhile.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The images of their cultivation shook, and dark clouds rolled in.
Unlike Fang Yang who was leisurely sipping tea,
amidst the storm and dark clouds, the Sect Masters of the Hehuan Sect and the Ghost Lantern Sect, as well as the Master of the Corpse-Control Sect, were leading a group of demonic disciples, fighting fiercely against the tree demons.
Everyone who had made it to this stage was no simple character; they all possessed considerable strength.
