"Yesterday, the spirits attacked in unison, and we barely managed to repel them. However, our food and resources have been mostly depleted. How many more such attacks can we withstand? If we stay here any longer, death seems inevitable. Why not strike first, seize the supplies, and make a swift retreat..."
Countless XuanHuang living beings weaved their thoughts. Some were joyful, some angry. Some sorrowful, some fearful.
Although not sharing every divine thought, they still wove an immensely grand internal symphony.
And the more Li Fan interacted with these beings' thoughts, the more he slowly became aware of an anomaly within the Xuanhuang Heavenly Earth.
Like a mirror, silently encompassing the XuanHuang living beings above.
Reflecting all the thoughts of these existences within the mirror.
"Fallen Immortal Realm..." A trace of intrigue flashed in Li Fan's eyes.
