The weightlessness of the teleportation vanished in a flash.
The solidified black and white took on color.
When a solid sensation came from beneath her feet, Li Wei still warned herself inwardly to remain steady and conceal her identity.
Yet when she opened her eyes.
When the dimness of the underground stone chamber replaced the brilliance of the Heavenly River.
When that moon-white immortal skirt covered the original owner's goose-yellow dress.
When the white jade mask on her face melted like wax, dripping, seeping, and finally coalescing into an entirely unfamiliar, limpid face.
Li Wei froze abruptly, her whole body rigid on the spot.
Splash~
In the center of the sea of consciousness, the swaying three-petaled white lotus trembled without warning.
A barely perceptible ripple radiated from the heart of the lotus, sweeping across the mirror-smooth "water surface."
Then came the second circle, the third circle...
The range of the ripples grew wider and the speed grew faster, rapidly evolving from initial slight waves and fine ripples into surging billows.
The calm sea of consciousness boiled utterly, spray churning and scouring Li Wei's divine soul.
And in every shattered drop of water, a blood-soaked scene was reflected.
A scholar with a resolute expression had his hands bound behind his back, cursing bitterly at the armor-clad soldiers reeking of gore. The next moment, his head flew into the air, and a fountain of blood spewed three feet high from his neck.
A mother used her frail body to shield the young child in her arms, letting a spear pierce straight through her back, still humming a lullaby in a faint voice as she died.
Countless naked, pale female corpses were casually piled at the corners of streets, forming small, nauseating mounds. A few Tartar soldiers chuckled as they dragged a newly