On a clear night, the sky was full of stars, and fireflies danced across Bird Nest Plain, casting a light on him like silky luminance.
This light was absorbed and refined by him, invigorating it, and bursting into flame.
The light was golden, and his whole body was bathed in a layer of gold, no, not gold, but like the setting sun splashed upon him.
The only contrast was his brow, which became as transparent as crystal.
Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia quietly watched him, in his world, there was not a single sound between heaven and earth, only the overflow of light, the envelopment of color.
The previously unattainable 'Constant Sand,' nourished by the light, finally showed signs of breaking through the void.
Overnight, a chunk of light the size of a mobile phone disappeared.
As soon as Li Changzhou opened his eyes, Li Qianxia eagerly asked, "How is it? Did it work?"
