Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

This couldn't help but make Lin Chen think of a saying:

When you gaze into the abyss...

The abyss gazes back at you!

Regicide? Drowning? Suicide? Everyone Falls into a Nightmare!

A forest of flesh and blood, where demons danced in wild frenzy.

The eyeballs at the tips of hundreds of tentacles locked onto them in unison.

Lin Chen and the others were brimming with fighting spirit, ready to charge together.

Yet for some inexplicable reason, they all subconsciously raised their heads and met the gazes of those eerie eyes of the evil god.

The instant their eyes met—

It was as though they were staring into an indescribable abyss.

Everyone present felt their spiritual consciousness go numb, seized by the sensation of falling into an abyss.

Weightlessness. Loss of consciousness.

Li Bai's vision blurred.

He abruptly opened his eyes.

A resplendent palace, its beams and pillars carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes.

It was the Golden Throne Hall of Great Tang!

What a Prosperous Tang Atmosphere!

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang sat upon the dragon throne, staring at him with a dark expression.

Gao Lishi stood to one side, a mocking sneer hanging from his lips.

"Li Taibai!" Emperor Xuanzong of Tang slammed his hand against the dragon desk, his voice echoing through the hall.

Several scrolls of paper smashed heavily into Li Bai's face.

Li Bai lowered his head to look. They were the poem he had always taken such pride in, "Qingping Tune."

"'Clouds think of her robes, flowers think of her face?'"

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang snorted coldly. "A pile of flowery words without a shred of character!

The entire piece is nothing but decadent, licentious drivel. What the hell is this garbage you wrote?!"

Li Bai's eyes widened. He opened his mouth, wanting to argue.