The vortex expanded and spun rapidly, almost filling up Ruan Yushu’s secluded meditation room. From behind her, it enveloped her.
The deepest and most profound intent of death spread out from there, interweaving with vigorous vitality. The two attracted the resonance of heaven and earth, “Composing”their own “Theme song”, and mixing with each other and clearly existing at the same time, it was exceptionally mysterious.
The melody was beautiful, and the immortal music descended horizontally. The Aura was like Ruan Yushu who was frozen listening to it, slightly startled. Then, he forgot his worries, forgot his mind, forgot his things, and entered a state of forgetting himself.
This song only existed because of “The world”, how many times would one hear it in the human world!
Her eyes, which were now intoxicated, suddenly blurred, as if she saw a familiar figure flash past, accompanied by the pitch-black and desperate intent of Yin death, and thrown into the surrounding vortex.
