"Hmm?"
Di Lincen also noticed Li Hao's action, his eyes slightly narrowing.
On the other side, Shen Wuji, who was leaning against a stone by the great hall, with arms crossed, his expression changed. He suddenly stood up and looked at Li Hao with shock and anger.
Clearly, he didn't expect that the youth could touch the gold mist without falling into the illusionary realm.
This meant that Li Hao's Dao heart was far from being as simple as reaching the mountain's peak.
"That voice..."
At this moment, Li Hao looked at the gold mist with surprise and suspicion.
The voice in his mind was extremely gentle, soothing, like a warm Dao sound, with an indescribable sense of intimacy and a holy feeling that made one want to listen intently.
"Dao heart is bound... what does that mean?"
Li Hao murmured in his heart, furrowing his brows while he stared at the gold mist.
If he guessed correctly, the voice should be the will of Wenda Mountain.
It's just that his Dao heart is bound?
