"Xiaoxiao?"
"No! What's happening... to me?"
The saint's will whistled by, revealing blurry scenes.
Mountains and rivers, lakes and seas, spatial fragments, intertwined shadows flashing past, impossible to keep up.
The rapidly traversing Ai Cangsheng's expression became entirely dazed during the journey.
He hadn't left the Sacred Mountain for thirty years!
When sitting at home, one could see the scenery of the five regions.
But experiencing it firsthand, wandering through it—those sensations were entirely different.
Ai Cangsheng had imagined walking down a different path in life, and he had done so more than once.
"If you hadn't died..."
If she hadn't died, perhaps he would have taken her to leisurely roam the five regions for a lifetime.
Starting from the Burial Sword Tomb—she had loved the ethereal allure of swordsmanship.
Heading to the Valley of Floral Fragrance in the Northern Region to pick flowers—they had the most dazzling Purple Night Sand Flowers.
