Han Yan's face turned as pale as paper, and her clothes were drenched with sweat, a faint mist rising around her.
As her Qi and spirit were exhausted, her body and mind grew increasingly weary, with a needle-like stabbing pain constantly emerging in her mind, pushing her spirit repeatedly to the brink of collapse.
That distorted and illusory scene flashed rapidly before her eyes more than once, but each time she tried to capture it, she fell short.
Only at this moment did Han Yan realize how fortunate she had been last time during her battle with Shen Moce and others, that the Mysterious Star Plate, though capable of allowing one's divine sense to traverse time, presented thousands of scenes that were as jumbled and elusive as dreams, true yet false, real yet illusory, making it as difficult as reaching the sky to use it to divine fortunes and predict the future.
