"But I can't trust you based on a few words; let me leave a mark on you."
Rumble...
As Meng Qiwu's Primordial Spirit trembled, it finally arrived in Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, where darkness encroached, and the Great Night descended. The surroundings were confused and vast, like a majestic abyss and a glorious universe.
"Great Night is not bright..."
Meng Qiwu's eyes widened with a deep sense of despair rising in her heart.
Such despair is not comparable to defeat in magical combat; it's the swaying of the immortal path, the cutting off of future prospects, the fading of the red dust cultivation, the sudden turning into smoke of once cherished memories.
"No... No..."
Meng Qiwu's body trembled, her voice quivering and hard to calm.
"Enter my spirit, and you shall witness the long night!"
At this moment, Zhang Fan's voice echoed eerily from all directions, seeming to be everywhere, evident at every turn.
