The same.
The Cultivation Realm is the same, isn't it fair for a battle?
Mu Qingge's clear eyes gazed into the distance, thoughts whirling in her mind. Her hands behind her back subtly released strands of Divine Power that continuously nourished the Artifact Spirit within the Linglong Spear.
For years, she never dared to delay, nor dared to forget.
Even when she needed to enter seclusion for cultivation, she would consciously release strands of Divine Power to nourish day and night without cease.
She believed that if she persisted, one day Yuanyuan would awaken and would return to her side.
Mu Qingge's Divine Power gradually seeped into the finger cover formed by the Linglong Spear. Through the solid 'wall', it entered the Artifact Spirit Space. There, the realm where Artifact Spirits were nurtured, lay a figure without a stitch of clothing.
It was a young man, extremely beautiful and delicate.
