Meng Hao sat cross-legged in his Immortal's cave, the fingers of his right hand pushed against the ground, eyes closed. His Spiritual Sense was currently merged with the mountain's Demonic Qi. Not only was the range of his Spiritual Sense now greater, but the sensation that he could form an Incarnation was even stronger than ever.
Luo Chong of the Black Lands and the woman from the Western Desert were directly in front of Meng Hao's field of vision. The world in front of him was a rippling blur, both the air, the land, as if it were some other location.
Luo Chong and the four others were also rippling, blurry figures. As for the beautiful woman, however, as soon as her butterfly fluttered into action, she immediately became crystal clear.
Meng Hao looked at her, and in that same instant, she looked back at him.
To the woman, however, Meng Hao did not appear as the image of a person, but rather, a blurry mountain!
