The giant hexagon-shaped eye in the sky slowly opened and closed, leaving a vertical stitch that ran from north to south. It looked like the eye of a sleeping beauty, as it quivered periodically.
The light rays that flowed out of the Ancestor Spirit World were like the eyelashes of a beautiful lady, except that they weren't black but were of all sorts of colors.
If Qin Mu was there, he would be astounded.
It was a pity that he wasn't there now but had already entered the Ancestor Spirit World.
It was difficult for Qin Mu to describe the feelings he had at the moment.
He stood in the center of Divine King Lang Wo's palm, floating in the boundless shining sea of thoughts and consciousness that looked like light pulses of a brain.
