Whirlpool

Luo Yuan's palm became 1.5 meters wide. There were intertwined crevasses on his palm that looked like deep ravines.

The little white mouse in his hand seemed to have sensed the danger as it felt an insecurity creeping up deep within it. Just as it was about to flee, his palm seemed to give off a shroud of dense light.

The light did not dazzle but instead, was as clear as spring water. The light was akin to a transparent, soft gloss, resembling the purest diamond.

However, the moment when the soft light appeared, it stirred up a sudden fierce wind. The palm was the center of the storm. All sorts of energy were coming off his palm, even the space-time fabric was vibrating like waves in a pool of water.