On the Heishan, Mu Qingying's true spirit knelt on the ground, her head buried in the black mountain body, not daring to face Su Tu directly.
Her entire body was trembling uncontrollably with excitement.
As the moonlight from the Blood Moon enveloped her true spirit, Su Tu's figure imprinted itself into her true spirit like a deity high above.
It was as if a twisted concept was instantly infused directly into the origin of her true spirit.
In her eyes, Su Tu seemed like a god who created everything, the world filled with suffering, the Immortals nowhere to cleanse the world's filth, only by following the Venerable God could one glimpse the truth of everything.
Seeing the system prompts and the fanaticism in Mu Qingying's eyes.
Su Tu didn't need to think to know who was responsible.
"Was it you?" He looked up at the Blood Moon, though it was a question, he already had the answer in his heart.
