He shook his head again.
On the third shake, it felt as if countless years had passed. He saw a woman with white hair and a decaying face. That was Mo Xilan. She was facing away from him, displaying a bright smile. In her pupils, he could see his own reflection, also aged.
The strands of white hair fluttering in the wind seemed to convey a thousand years of longing.
Wang Mu was stunned. A nameless emotion choked his heart.
His Sea of Consciousness cleared. Wang Mu's pupils contracted and focused, and he grew a bit more silent.
He continued to cultivate for several days. His Taixiao Sword Mysterious Skill reached the Fifth Layer, and the Seven Emotions Divine Skill reached the Fourth Layer. His Divine Sense surged, and the shadow of the Sword Heart in his Sea of Consciousness had already halfway formed.
Wang Mu started to feel some of the torment within.
He continued to move forward on the island.
