PREVIEW
... was the Yin Fog Sword Intent of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense probed into it, and the world before him blurred into a white fog with steaming mist, where a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting down its clear glow.
“It’s become more real.”
Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he looked at the mist ahead gathering into a vague humanoid shape, seemingly an old woman holding a sword made of fog light.
“…Yin…Fog…”
Her mouth ope ...
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