At this moment, he saw the world before him quietly transform.
Mountains were no longer mountains, water was no longer water.
The manor was no longer a manor; every blade of grass, every tree, had changed its form.
What appeared were clusters of black and white energies chasing and morphing into each other, a blur before his eyes, transforming into streams of air spinning in five colors. On closer inspection, the black and white and all the colors faded out of sight. What he saw again were the flowers, the trees, the ripples of Bibo Lake, and the elegant pavilions…
"Boom!"
In Zhou Ping'an's mind, it was as if the sound of spring thunder had erupted.
It made his Divine Soul tremble slightly.
His vision darkened.
He was pulled out of that Mental State.
Deep inside his heart, there was both a sense of elation and loss.
Touching the corner of his eye, he realized it was slightly wet.
