A phantom image of a seal quietly emerged above her head, the spirit light dazzling yet not glaring, the Dao Rhyme profound, exuding the power of returning to truth through illusion-breaking.
It was the Qin Clan's sacred treasure—the Wisdom Root Seal of Truth!
One thought arose in her heart:
"Wisdom, discerning illusions, tracing origins."
With a point of her fingertip, the phantom image of the Holy Seal descended with a roar, the spirit light sweeping across the entire Cloud Platform, attempting to trace the origin of that strand of the power of laws.
Trying to find the trace left by the assassin who obliterated Qin Cangwu's avatar and annihilated his Primordial Spirit.
The spirit light of the Holy Seal circulated, the power of illusion-breaking spreading.
Qin Zhaoyu's brows gradually furrowed.
No matter how she cast her spells, she could not capture the slightest trace of that strand of power of laws, nor find any trace left by the assassin.
