But...
It was too late!
Rao Yaoyao had already locked onto him.
"Xuan Cang."
She waved her hand.
She didn't even invite the sword, but the Cang Godhood Sword flew out with a whoosh and landed in her palm, without even a hint of disrespect like before.
"Perceive the world of mortals..."
Rao Yaoyao stood on top of the ruins of the Zhen Huang Palace. Huang Quan was far away at the peak of the silver river of time in the Nine Heavens.
However, her distant cold eyes woke up. The distance between the two of them shook, and a ripple of sword light surged in the middle, giving rise to a myriad of forms of the mortal world.
Huang Quan felt his soul tremble.
He saw babies taking their first steps from afar, an elder in a straw hat raising a hoe and squandering it into the fields, a golden dragon soaring down from the sky with a roar, and a withered sprout dying miserably in a dark alley at the corner of the street...