Ling Yuan only felt that she had a very, very long dream.
The dream was filled with various scenes, various tormented romances.
Every woman suffering the agony of love seemed like her, yet not like her.
"Luckily, there's the Nuwa Dao Stone, otherwise, I would have taken quite some time to awaken."
Ling Yuan rose from the tide, her tall and slender figure like an unparalleled immortal flower.
In the center of her brows, there was vaguely a five-colored divine stone, radiating immortal brilliance.
This was one of Ling Yuan's trump cards.
"That man in the memory, it's him..."
Recalling the man tangled with her in a hundred lifetimes of doomed love, Ling Yuan furrowed her elegant brows, feeling some discomfort.
Although it was merely the illusion realm of the Reincarnation Eye, it was obvious that the man was Jun Xiaoyao.
