"Huff… Huff… Huff…" The moment the middle-aged woman tapped Cang Yue's forehead inside the ruin, Yang Ze, who was still sitting in his room, trying to meditate and control his excitement, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart as he struggled for breath.
This was the first time that he felt such an intense fear and sense of loss. It was as if something extremely important to him was being stripped away without him even knowing about it.
It was so real that Yang Ze couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. He hurriedly closed his eyes to take a look at the sea of consciousness that he could access after forming the first mental ring and stepping into the Realm of Mortals.
Looking at the boundless blue ocean underneath him that was just an inch deep and a large blue ring with a cracked teacup in the middle of it, he cast a puzzled glance all around, but no matter how much he looked, he couldn't find anything out of place.
