After the abrupt teleportation, Xiao Ming's body jolted violently, as though yanked back into reality by an invisible thread.
His eyes snapped open, blazing with an unnatural azure glow that cast eerie shadows across the cave.
The afterimage of the ancient figure lingered in his mind like a fading dream, its words leaving an indelible imprint on his soul.
For a fleeting moment, he felt an uncanny kinship with the mysterious figure—a connection so profound it was akin to staring into a mirror and seeing a stranger who wore his own face.
The remnants of the powerhouse's dao soul energy clung to him like static, a faint hum beneath his skin.
Xiao Ming clenched his fists, marveling at the surreal sensation of having been whisked from the illusory Yue Xiang Land back to the desolate surroundings of the Yuanyun Mountain.