Zhao Qiansun lay there cautiously, his entire body trembling with excitement as he stared blankly at the figure shrouded in lightning upon thousands of miles away in the sky.
"It's really him!"
"It must be him!"
"It is him!"
Zhao Qiansun's eyes were wide open, unwaveringly staring in that direction, murmuring softly inside, "He's too powerful! When will the day come that I can be like him?"
Thinking this, Zhao Qiansun's heart began to surge, and his blood boiled.
At that moment, he suddenly felt darkness before his eyes, and then, a voice that seemed real yet illusory transmitted into his divine sense sea: "Green low-grade bloodline awakening, meeting the criteria to enter the Illusory Spirit Realm, but due to the temporary closure of the Illusory Spirit Realm, you can enter the Illusory Spirit Realm using this mnemonic in three days..."
