Yin Tingxue raised her head. At this moment, she didn't know if she was still in shock or trembling with fear. Emerging from the depths of the World of Ignorance, she suddenly found that the world, once frozen and sluggish, was now bright as day, feeling as though one wave had not yet settled before another arose.
Raising her head, the woman holding up the temple was dazzling to the extreme. Behind her, halos naturally unfolded, vaguely forming a perfect, neither real nor illusory spiritual light. Within this light, countless tiny scriptures seemed to appear and vanish in a flow, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there.
She merely stood there, without sadness or joy, without good or evil, as if she were the ruler of the World of Enlightenment, as if she were the true Ming Venerable.
Yin Tingxue felt her slightly tilt her head, as if she gave her a glance.
She shivered instinctively, a chill running down her spine.
