And the owner of that ancient-sounding voice seemed to 'see' what Wang Ba was doing at the moment, with a hint of a smile in his tone:
"This method of divination is somewhat interesting… However, your attempt to divine me is a bit… hehe…"
"You, could you possibly be..."
Hearing what the voice said, Wang Ba seemed to suddenly realize something.
For the first time, a trace of shock passed through his eyes.
...
In the deep and murky depths of the Ice Abyss.
The Ice Daoist gazed downwards, but could see nothing.
Everything around him was reflected in his spirit, detailed to the finest, he saw the approaching Demonic Beasts, saw the figure of the monk sitting in meditation below, yet he still could not detect the source of that voice.
It was as if that voice was just an illusion.
But he was very clear that this was definitely not possible.
A Nascent Soul Perfect cultivator on the verge of Immortal Ascension, with a mind clear as ice, how could such illusions possibly exist.
