"So this is... the feeling of being in the Primordial Immortal Realm?" the Primordial Spirit spoke.
Though it was a formless body, a voice emerged, echoing within the cave.
Unlike his usual tone, it was clear and melodious like jade chimes clashing, without a trace of earthly flavor.
His mind slightly stirred.
The Primordial Spirit's body instantly transformed into a stream of intertwined black and white light, disregarding the barriers of rock, directly piercing through the thick mountain wall, appearing under the night sky outside the cave.
At this moment, the eastern horizon had shown the dawn, but the night had not completely faded.
Stars began to fade, while the waning moon hung low in the east.
The Primordial Spirit floated mid-air, gazing upwards at the heavens, and scanning the vast ground beneath.
In his vision now, the world was already different.
