Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing felt his mind give a sharp "hum," as though something that had been lying in wait for a long time had suddenly awakened.

That was a pair of eyes.

Impossible to say whether they were in the jade slip's depths or within his own Will Sea, but a pair of eyes had suddenly opened.

Those eyes carried neither goodwill nor malice. Only a bone-chilling oppressive force, like an ant looking up at the sky, like the stars looking down at the earth.

Chen Qing wanted to withdraw his divine sense but found he could not move.

Just at that moment, from the depths of his Will Sea, an extremely faint and extremely distant voice slowly emerged.

"Qinghua..."

That voice was fragmented and broken, extraordinarily heavy, as though it had crossed endless ages to arrive here.

Chen Qing gathered every measure of his mind on that voice.