The ethereal voice echoed back and forth in the temple. The person who had spoken was clearly right in front of Xu Qing, yet for some reason, it seemed to him like they were separated by countless years. It was like a person in the past, plucking a zither, the sound of which carried with it the sensation of the timescape.7

The god’s finger wasn’t capable of sleeping, and could only lay there trembling.3

As for Xu Qing, his heart was pounding as he looked at the palace lord of the Summer Immortal Palace, whose cultivation base he couldn’t read. In fact, he couldn’t sense anything about her. She seemed both illusory and looming at the same time. The older Xu Qing got, the less often things like this happened. He had dealt with beings as lofty as Imperial Sovereigns and as lowly as grues. He had seen just about everything. He even had multiple experiences dealing with gods. In other words, he had a lot of reference points to call on when assessing someone’s aura. But right now... this palace lord was impossible to read. As a result, it didn’t matter what reference points he had.6

In fact, the sensation of the mixture between past and present, and the combination of illusory and material, was growing stronger. All of these things created even more mystery within Xu Qing’s heart. Because of that mysterious...6