Shen Haoran gently swept his gaze across the vast, continent-sized empty field of solid white spirit stone.
The brilliant, light-absorbing golden luminescence within his pupils gradually settled back into its default state of calm, bottomless liquid gold.
All around him, the environment was completely, deathly still.
He looked to his immediate right and saw Huo Yue, her long, magnificent crimson hair hanging motionless over her shoulders, her wine-red eyes shut tight beneath her soft brows.
Beside her, Zhu Ziyan stood like a flawless stone statue, her dark cat ears slightly pinned back against her head, completely locked within the depths of her own internal struggle.
Further back, Ning Xueli, Ling Luochen, Xia Mengyao, and Luo Mingye were all frozen in various postures of absolute rigidity, their breathing shallow, their minds entirely swept away by the infinite, swirling currents of the Thousand Life Illusion.
