Sealing again.

At the teahouse.

Outside the glass window, the White fog was thick and turbulent, like an invisible ghost, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, wanting to rush into the building.

In the long corridor, mo minglan's eyes were slightly closed. Her mana surged and the vast ocean rose and fell like the tide.

Her aura was obscure and majestic. She breathed in and out slowly in a complicated way, and the mysterious power of laws in her body was refined by her bit by bit.

Previously, when she had encountered the will of chaos in her main body, immortal friend PEI's incarnation had been too weak, and part of her origin source had been taken away by the will of chaos.

Fortunately, the power of the laws that she had just obtained barely helped her recover her vitality.