Two thousand three hundred and fourteen times the Root Sea, vast and boundless, white clouds veiling the horizon, within the haze, Immortal Islands rise and fall. On the Immortal Island, Ju Mang shines radiantly, pale green light illuminates the land.
The energy mass shattered, a spring rain descended upon the entire Dantian, exceptionally green.
Water waves flowed, within the Immortal Island Dragon Court, every jade-white brickstone, its edges rippled with streaming light, streaming like living entities, successively converging in the Central Court, for the central seated phantom, cloaking it in a layer of misty "silk robe".
Nine layers of silk robe, nine layers of phantom, layered and overlapping.
Liang Qu's body felt detached from the world, consciousness freed from the limits of the physical shell, drifting ethereally.
Nothing touches the body, water does not fall, feathers do not float.
