In the quiet room, within the ancient purple copper furnace engraved with cloud patterns, nourishing spirit incense wafted up, filling the room with a clear fragrance that made the heart and mind clear and peaceful.
Seated on the cushion, with her star-shimmering purple hair cascading down past her dainty waist, Meng Zhiyu's flawless face was serene, her dark brows relaxed as she closed her eyes to comprehend the Immortal Power.
The Old Dream Worm watched over her with a heavy heart, full of concern.
Suddenly, without a sound, a trickle of blood appeared at Meng Zhiyu's perfect lips, followed by faint lines of blood slowly sliding from beneath her delicate nose.
At that moment, a sound like a tidal wave emerged from within her, so loud it made the whole chamber crafted from Divine Gold lightly tremble, as the Divine Material surged and stirred.
