Who am I? Where am I? What exactly does the Queen Mother of the West mean by calling me twice and making me turn my head?
Wu Wang stood rigidly beside the pool, feeling the flow of the Spiritual Energy around him, his feet as if nailed to the ground.
He had already sensed that within the range of his Immortal Consciousness, there were only two presences, himself included.
The sound of running water echoed.
It seemed the Ancient God was slowly emerging from the lake. Wisps of immortal mist spread outwards, enveloping the space and forming a thousand-foot-high chamber.
TAP.
It sounded like the soft heel of a shoe on the stone slab, and also like the light tapping of fingers against jade, as shallow golden light orbs suddenly appeared around Wu Wang.
Before he could react, these light orbs instantly transformed into myriad Treasure Mirrors.
