"Mist Stains the Pure Heart."
Li Tianming focused and looked into the depths of the ruins, at the dark green clouds and mist drifting through the air. They gave off a hollow, secluded, winding, plaintive feeling, as though a damp rainy night concealed a thread of tenderness.
Judging from that Seventeenth Prince's reaction, the direction of its "mind-chaos" is distraction and infatuation?
Li Tianming guessed.
Testing that would not be difficult.
Judging from the Seventeenth Prince's state, Mist Stains the Pure Heart definitely did not take effect from the very beginning. Rather, it was like boiling a frog in warm water, gradually making one unable to stop, unable to pull oneself free.
He stepped forward directly and entered the range of Mist Stains the Pure Heart.
The Mist Stains the Pure Heart immediately drifted toward him, like one beautiful jade hand after another gently brushing his cheeks. A tune like a clear spring sounded beside his ears, as if a beauty were whispering there. Immortal music seeped into his ears, silently intoxicating him.
It was not gaudy or vulgar, but a pursuit of elegance and beauty. The scenery before him shifted—from the grandeur of the World Ark to the mountains, rivers, and mortal realm of the Spectator Realm; from the annihilation of stars to the dust and clamor of the human world; from the mission of survival to the love between men and women. The immortal music at his ears, the fragrance curling around his nose, and the warmth within reach were all tangible, all interpreting the mysteries of the universe and the revival of living beings... This nourishment and beauty reached straight for the Destiny Infant. It was an exchange between rules, laws, and order—naturally loftier, naturally more intimate.
Thus, it was nothing like the overripe, tawdry scenes full