The Immortal Gates have already opened, radiating ten thousand beams of light, incomparably sacred.
A grand will descends, cold and merciless, probing Shi Hao, seeking to understand the essence of his spirit.
"Hold onto your invitation, or bear the consequences yourself if something goes wrong!" the young man in white robe coldly reminded. The desolate has entered the Immortal Domain, and they no longer show humility.
Swoosh!
A sheet of brilliant light flies over, dazzling and impressive, like a veil of dawn bursting forth, covering the sky and enveloping Shi Hao underneath.
Shi Hao's divine soul palpitates, his cultivation fluctuating violently, somewhat unstable, as if it were being severed somehow. What was that?
On his skin's surface, wisps and trails of black mist appear, not much, emitting a sizzling sound, like snow encountering a scorching fire, beginning to melt and dissipate.
