At Chen Xuan’s command, a series of cryptic and profound Sanskrit chants emanated from the mouth of the North Sea Kun. It sounded like a choir of gods and Buddhas reciting true scriptures—solemn and sacred.
Yet, to the ears of Qing Yuan, the sound was an instant agony, causing her head to feel as though it might split open. The world spun around her, and she found herself unable to muster even a fraction of her formidable immortal energy. Never in her life had Qing Yuan imagined that, despite her endurance, there would come a day she would be forced to moan in pain.
"Ah..."
Chapter 4977