Ye Qingchen gradually awoke from his coma, opening his eyes to find himself out of the Mirror of Illusion.
He looked around and was surprised to find the scenery completely different from before.
Now he was in a lush valley, surrounded by verdant forests, with the air filled with a faint floral aroma.
The valley was alive with birdsong and the scent of flowers, the stream babbled, the sky was as blue and pure as a wash, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating mottled light and shadows on the ground.
In the distance stood a towering waterfall, the water rushing down, stirring up layers of mist that formed a rainbow under the sunlight.
The entire valley was filled with tranquility and harmony, in stark contrast to the perils of the Mirror of Illusion.
"Am I dead or did I come out?" Ye Qingchen couldn't quite believe the beautiful scene before him.
He slowly stood up, stretching his limbs, and immediately felt a surge of power within him.
