The river before them was vast and boundless, stretching so far that its opposite bank was lost to sight. Suspended at its center within the purple qi was a woman, her features indistinct but bearing an undeniable resemblance to Yangyang.0

The young couple exchanged bewildered glances, each scratching their heads.0

Since this was a karmic trace—a vision of the past—the figure in the mist was unaware of their presence. Seeing no harm, they moved closer to get a better look.0

The woman floated cross-legged above the river, her eyes closed as though in deep meditation. Her resemblance to Yangyang was indeed uncanny. The difference lay in the overwhelming aura she radiated, an immense presence that suggested she could effortlessly defeat a hundred Yangyangs.0

Could she be a reincarnation?0

A vision such as this one was not the kind to provide unnecessary details, and soon, a streak of light shot toward the scene.0

The newcomer was a familiar figure. It was none other than the ancient Azure Dragon. Zhao Changhe had encountered his image at the bottom of the Ancient Sword Lake and later confirmed his death...0