In the underground’s depths. 

Wu Yao’s fine black hair draped over her shoulder, and her red dress made her look even more stunning and charming. She stared at Zhou Yuan’s face and slowly closed her phoenix eyes.

Rays of light bloomed from the center of her eyebrows, and a strange sound rang out. The sound resembled a dragon’s roar but also a phoenix cry.

Then, her Spirit, accompanied by some mysterious Blessing, whizzed out towards the finger gently touching the center of Zhou Yuan’s brows.

Boom!   

Wu Yao’s mind violently quivered. She seemed to be situated in a different void. She peered ahead and saw a Spirit figure sitting silently. The figure was identical...