Zhu Qingyue finally couldn't hold on any longer.
The girl covered her chest, slowly, weakly slumped down, and closed her eyes.
She did not turn back, but she could feel that the Elder left from behind her without a moment's hesitation.
Perhaps the Elder did not want to kill her, or perhaps because the spirit felt she was not a threat, it simply ignored her.
However, the influence left by the Elder did not vanish; the stimulation of witnessing the spirit firsthand made Zhu Qingyue's head ache as if it were about to split open.
The scenery of the real world shattered before her eyes like a mirror dropped on the ground, breaking into a thousand pieces; and the true world, filled with darkness, gradually emerged from behind the broken mirror.
It was like facing an underwater iceberg, people could only see the tip above the surface; only those brave enough to dive into the sea could feel the enormous true form underneath.
