The yellow fog rolled on, lifting the sand at the bottom of the mental realm, as the mercury-like thick spiritual power scattered and splashed.
Ever since this object appeared in the mental realm, the black mist gradually dispersed.
In an instant of withdrawing from the previous spirit world, Meng Chuan's perception immediately followed into the mental realm, looking intently.
The yellow-brown fragmented fog born from the Mirage Crystal of the Sand Sea suddenly exploded.
Only to see, among the mist, at the bottom of the mental realm, a fist imprint deeply embedded within.
The outline of the fist was clear, the imprints of the knuckles distinctly layered.
Sand and stones sunk around it, the mental realm gradually calmed, yet not a speck of 'dust' could cover this fist imprint.
Meng Chuan showed a puzzled expression:
"...What is this?"
