Shouldn't the spiritual torment of this nightmare directly target the greatest "Achilles' heel" in one's heart?
Just as Mu Wanqiu was bewildered.
It seemed as though a phantom sound appeared again in her Spirit Sea.
"It's me."
The rolling black water of the Nether River suddenly stopped just before it was about to slam into Mu Wanqiu's forehead.
Five slender fingers gathered and formed within the swirling river water.
The second Transcendent unreasonably stepped into this nightmare!
Inside the Nether River, countless Holy Judges looked towards the position where Mu Wanqiu's Soul was floating, roaring in anger. Their once sacred and brilliant faces had long been corroded and melted by the black water, so much so that they now appeared more like Fierce Ghosts.
Yet not a single drop of the river's water touched her.
Gu Shen stood in front of Mu Wanqiu's Soul.
He gently reached out and wiped across.
