The sight of a city floating in space was a spectacularly beautiful sight. Atop the city walls was a figure with bare feet holding onto a pillar. She was crying, a tender sight that tugged at the heartstrings. A close shave with death didn’t even begin to describe the Perpetual Nirvana. Fortunately, thanks to the fighting spirit born from their passionate feelings, she survived and had appeared in front of Tianming once again.

If he reached out, he could touch her!

“What’re you waiting for? Go!” Ying Huo screeched in Tianming’s ears. It seemed that it had been touched...