Ji Jingqiu nodded, this fellow still has some strategy, all setting bait for him.
He changed the subject, "I heard that the Yin Spirit Realm is all dead people?"
"What is death, what is life?" Qi Tian countered, "Ji, have you ever dreamed, is it possible that you and I are just... something in another's dream?"
In Ji Jingqiu's eyes, Qi Tian seemed to have triggered some passive, suddenly becoming profound, not only in tone but also in demeanor, deep and inscrutable.
His expression was somber, yet incredibly solemn, as if facing a perplexing question that had troubled him since he began cultivation.
Qi Tian extended a finger, and the Void ahead rippled like water, spreading in all directions.
The images within transitioned from vague to clear, from sketch to painting, to scroll, eventually lifelike, playing out a certain period of experiences like a movie.
