The appearance of heavy pupils and strange eyes can captivate the soul.
Just by looking at Li Xian's vertical mole between his eyebrows, he was already exceptionally handsome, and with the addition of heavy pupils and strange eyes, he exuded an impressive aura. Whoever saw this peculiar appearance would undoubtedly be moved.
Nothing less than an immortal descending to the mortal world.
The Qi Lake was growing, its waves surged violently, already reaching over ten meters.
His Qi Power was overwhelming, as if capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards, or capturing dragons with his bare hands.
Li Xian's breathing was long and extended as he subtly sensed the changes within himself. The itching in his eyes ceased, and the flow of time seemed to slow.
He was doing a one-handed handstand, seeing the world upside down. An even more intricate panorama of all things was displayed in his eyes.
