Sun Yangli stepped out of the Daoist Temple.
His internal organs and flesh seemed to coagulate, faint phosphorescence leaking from his pores, his expression carrying an inscrutable smile.
When Sun Yangli left the temple, its main doors closed again.
The windows still emitted a glow, revealing a figure walking in place inside, eerily resembling Sun Yangli.
"What the hell?"
"A second Sun Yangli?"
Tai Jiaozi squinted his eyes, feeling an inexplicable unease about the White Bone Pagoda.
He instinctively stared at Sun Yangli for a long while, an inexplicable chill running down his spine, as though he was standing before a creature resembling, but not quite, human.
"Great Mother?"
Tai Jiaozi's expression grew increasingly grave.
He had indeed encountered the Great Mother a few times before, though he understood little about her. All he knew was that even the mighty Nascent Soul cultivators were unspeakably wary of her.
