Qin Feng furrowed his brows and exchanged a glance with Brother Xiaowei and the others. He sliced open his finger and immediately infused his blood.
His blood now had a rich golden hue, resembling gold, leaving Brother Xiaowei and the others staring in astonishment.
He closed his eyes and attempted to communicate with the Divine Sword.
All of a sudden, everything before his eyes vanished. His body seemed to enter the cosmos, surrounded by sun, moon, and stars.
From time to time, stars dimmed and exploded, while others shone brightly and were reborn.
A cycle of death and rebirth, the endless transformation of Yin and Yang.
In this silent cosmos, Qin Feng didn't know how long he had lingered. Suddenly, his vision brightened, and he found himself on a beautiful meadow.
There were rivers, valleys, the sun, and various animals around him—a scene full of spring vitality.
As the sun set and the moon rose, the scenery was constantly changing.
