"Hee-hee... Hee-hee..."
In the great hall shrouded in white mist, only the heavy breathing remained.
The Town Stone that Ke Shisan had placed on Shen Yi's forehead flew out, and he knelt on the ground, propping himself up with his arms, his shoulders trembling as if he had lost his soul.
He was still immersed in the sight of the ink robe that had appeared before him after he had parted the myriad of stars, as well as the hand that was as pale and delicate as jade.
Only those who had truly experienced it could understand.
Struggling desperately within the perfect and complete Tianyan Forty-Nine, finally finding a lifeline, but at the end of that path, encountering true terror.
That sense of despair and helplessness, like a vast tide, overwhelmed and drowned a person.
"..."
The Fleshwing Silkworm stole a glance at the Dragon Descendant and swallowed hard, suddenly feeling somewhat fortunate that its brain wasn't too sharp.
