Having sensed something, the strand of Rule Power that had just stealthily penetrated burst out of Su Li's head and shot toward the eye in the sky. A reluctant roar was heard, and then the whole space slowly returned to calm.
But upon closer inspection, the flower was still the same flower, and the water was still the same body of water. It was just that it seemed all the Spiritual Energy had been drained, leaving not a trace of liveliness.
It was like a pool of stagnant water; the lush landscape painting had been veiled with a layer of mist, full of obscurity.
All of this was unknown to Su Li; she only knew that this was her chance, and it might even be crucial for what was to come.
Her reference to the future did not only pertain to the original owner's cultivation here but also to her continuous journey through realities until she discovered that truth which she had forgotten.
Once she entered meditation, it lasted for five hundred years.
