"You..."
Ye Beichen's voice trembled, and he even forgot his current situation as he took a step forward subconsciously, as if trying to get closer to see the other person's true face.
"Great Mending Heaven!"
The mysterious figure murmured indifferently, and the white gas around them suddenly boiled, spreading around like it had a life of its own. Wherever it passed, the void fluctuated, like tides surging, stirring up layers of ripples.
"This is..."
Zhang Fan's eyes flickered, and he saw that the Toad Treasure Mountain in front of him suddenly began to boil like waves, with every scene overlapping like paper sheets.
The white gas spread and boiled, filling the north, south, east, and west.
At this moment, Zhang Fan looked at his own body as if it was merging into this eerie white gas, folding and refolding, with his thoughts and senses melting into the mysterious void.
