On the second layer of the Miniature Plane, a chaos-colored halo flowed slowly through the void.
Selena clung tightly to Wangcai's waist, her face buried in his chest, her shoulders trembling gently. Her tears had soaked a large patch of his clothes.
Wangcai had just awakened from two hundred years of slumber, and his whole body still tingled from the baptism of the laws of heaven and earth. Looking down at the girl with short purple hair in his arms, his mind felt as if it had been struck by lightning-not figuratively. It had truly gone blank.
"S-Selena? What are you doing here?"
A circle of people surrounded them. Loa leaned against the edge of the chaos-colored halo, a paintbrush having appeared in his hand at some point, and rapidly sketched the scene before him on a scroll.
Wuzhui stood in the corner as always, amusement showing in his dark-gold eyes as well.
Doehring Cowart stroked his beard, grinning from ear to ear. Wharton and Mia stood side by side, and Mia covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes shining like two stars.
Sasha and Taylor huddled together. The older sister nudged her younger brother with her elbow and whispered something, and Taylor immediately broke into a gleeful grin at Wangcai's expense.
Ten minutes earlier, everyone had been cultivating separately when they suddenly sensed a peculiar fluctuation of the laws of heaven and earth coming from the second layer of the Miniature Plane.
The next instant, everyone rose at once and rushed into the second layer, where they saw Wangcai, who had slept for two full centuries, floating in midair.
A Divine Spark radiating a purple halo flew out of the top of his head and hovered in midair. Drawn by the laws of heaven and earth, endless thunder