A thunderous roar rang through the void as space shattered inch by inch.
The woman in black simply ignored the world-destroying attack.
She did not even look at the oncoming galaxy. Instead, she quietly turned around—for the first time, facing the vast earth below head-on.
Her gaze, cold as a sword's edge, slowly swept over the thousands of frenzied believers kneeling in worship on the ground.
Wherever it passed, the believers seemed to have their throats clamped by an invisible force. Their chanting stopped abruptly.
Then her gaze pierced the void and the barrier of illusion, abruptly fixing on Wang Xian, standing beneath it.
She saw him.
Boom!
Wang Xian felt as though an invisible force of the stars had struck him in an instant.
That power had not come from the aftershock of the monk's attack. It had come from the woman's casual glance!
His consciousness was forcibly blasted out of this seemingly illusory, yet incomparably real world!
As if an invisible giant hand had hauled him from deep water and roughly hurled him into reality.
Wang Xian's body trembled violently. He abruptly opened his eyes.
Everything before him was pitch-black, and his ears rang.
For a long, long time.
When his mind finally cleared and he steadied his Divine Soul, which had nearly scattered, he discovered that he was still seated cross-legged on the tower's ninth floor. Familiar stone walls surrounded him, marked by sword scars,
with faint light filtering in through the domed ceiling.
The ten-thousand-foot radiance was gone. The strange visions of the void were gone. It was as if everything he had just experienced had been a delusion, nothing more than a dream far too real.
Wang Xian's breathing was ragged. Cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes, clinging to his back in a