The Background of the Zhentian Alliance

Once again, Xu Yi dreamt of the Milky Way.

In her dream, she was attached to an inconspicuous star, casting aside all distractions, wandering through the galaxy as if she belonged there.

After an unknown period of time, a sudden clamor reached Xu Yi’s ears.

She couldn’t discern the words clearly, but the voices were loud and filled with excitement, vaguely familiar.

With this thought, her consciousness gradually returned, and the vast Milky Way became distorted and ethereal.

“…Is Senior Xu really alright? She has been in a coma for a month.”

“Her physical injuries have healed, but perhaps it’s a matter of her spiritual soul.”

“Elder Bai, what should we do then?”

“…”

As Xu Yi regained consciousness, the muffled voices became clearer.

She turned her head and saw Long Haotian and the other two surrounding an elderly white-bearded Taoist, speaking with fervor.