His voice was as clear and solemn as the Sanskrit calling out the Daoist name leisurely.
This voice seemed to come from the distant depths of the void, resonating like rolling golden bells echoing between heaven and earth, causing a sway in one's spirit.
As Xuan Tian's voice grew increasingly louder, the air seemed to freeze, and a murderous aura spread out.
The sound waves were like sharp blades, tearing through the void and cutting through all obstacles blocking their path forward.
Qin Yu felt his heart tremble. His voice seemed to ring out from the depths of his heart.
Every word was interrogating his heart.
"At the end of the journey, looking back, reflect on the original aspiration, and return to simplicity and truth.
"Looking back, reflect on the original aspiration!"
Even if he was just affected, Qin Yu strongly desired to reflect.
Did he work hard all these years? Why was he still so weak now? He could not even defeat a Saint.
