The clear light was like a fountain, pouring up and rippling out. It was particularly eye-catching in the dark and deep empty space, as if it could cover the vast expanse.
As a great god ranked in the ancient heavenly court, “Nine heavens mystical maiden”Liu Luo was not unfamiliar with this. Her expression was solemn as she whispered, “Jian Mu...”
Jian Mu was born according to the Dao. It was connected to the roots and connected to all worlds. It was the skeleton and support of the Nine Heavens of the immortal world.
As she spoke, she looked at the tree of Great Dao in Meng Qi’s hand from the corner of her eyes. Although she had heard of it, she had just met it and felt that it was similar to Jian Mu.
Was her current reaction the resonance between the two?
