Pure and clear.
A magic crystal.
When everyone in the fantasy world mentioned him, they only thought of his appearance.
Xin Yu.
He waited for four hundred years for that soulless stone to fall in love with him and then absorb all his spiritual power.
But every midnight dream, I would see a pair of tearful eyes looking at him sadly and desperately.
His spiritual energy flowed slowly through his body, adsorbing on him like a soul.
He could feel his pain and resentment, they were like a sharp sword piercing his chest every night.
He thought: these long four hundred years were too deep into the drama.
Jinhan.
Zi Lingguo can be powerful in his hands, or everything can be reduced to nothing with a wave of his sleeves.