At night, the moon was bright, like a large silver plate hanging high in the night sky.
Gentle radiance fell, as if the earth was covered with a layer of gauze, pure and hazy.
Lin Xuan was at a dilapidated temple located in the suburbs, with no one around.
He stood quietly in front of the temple, looking up at the sky.
The bright moonlight cascaded down, on him, forming a layer of gauze.
At this moment, Lin Xuan's mental realm was exceptionally calm.
The daytime battle was too intense, and now he needed to calm down and adjust his body.
At this moment, he entered a void spirit state, as if he had forgotten everything around him.
His divine soul seemed to wander outside his body, appearing high in the sky, covering the whole earth.
This feeling was peculiar, as if Lin Xuan detached from everything, becoming an observer, quietly watching the world.
It wasn't cultivation, but this sense gave Lin Xuan considerable insight.
It felt like his realm ascended another layer.
