Profound Mirror Treasure Talisman, the extraordinary path reaches here.
Jiang Hu's solemn gaze fell upon Shen Qingli, the bright moonlight shattered, making her appear more beautiful and captivating than ever before.
However, Jiang Hu had never felt Shen Qingli to be as unfamiliar as he did today.
"How many seekers of immortality throughout history, and how many have attained Pure Yang?" Shen Qingli murmured softly, her jet-black evening gown swaying in the breeze, giving rise to a subtle gracefulness.
"In the modern End of Dharma, the Red Dust is filthy, and that ephemeral Longevity is nowhere to be seen... the path to becoming an Immortal now lies right before us? That is the righteous way..."
A hint of determination flashed in Shen Qingli's beautiful eyes.
At the age of nine, she, along with Shen Xiangrong, watched their father unhesitatingly offer his Primordial Spirit to the Profound Mirror Treasure Talisman...
