A silver thread descended.
Then, a second silver thread fell and gently touched the surface of the body.
Wu Xiaode stood still, raising his hand, looking at the two new silver threads on his arm.
A stream of information emerged in his heart:
"The will of heaven and earth is connecting with you."
Just through these two silver threads?
Wait—
This is clearly a cultivation world, why does it seem like data transmission?
Wu Xiaode suddenly looked up.
Crowds of long lines, shrouded in silvery white brilliance, passed through the void, coming from all directions and gently connecting to the surface of his body.
Wu Xiaode stood in place, feeling as though an inexplicable strength had been added to his body.
In a trance.
He suddenly saw countless people diligently cultivating.
Different from the All Worlds Sword Saint, Li Chengfeng—
The people in these images seemed to come from an era even more ancient.
