He could feel the vibrations which filled everything. Suddenly, his expression changed, because at that moment he realized that, to him, the vibrations sounded like a beckoning.
In his estimation, it was a beckoning that came from none other than the Immortal’s corpse, which he had been trying so hard to avoid!
Filling the beckoning was an archaic voice that sounded directly into Meng Hao’s mind.
“You…. I know your bloodline. I know where you’re from….
“You…. Do you want to know why you could see me in that other world all those years ago…?
“You…. Do you want to know what world that was…?
“I came here for you, and I’ve been waiting a long time. Come to me. Come to me here…. You will know the truth about everything!”
The voice sounded ancient, as if it were floating through countless years of time, filled with ancient Qi. As it echoed within Meng Hao’s mind, it caused his blood vessels to surge. Blood pumped rapidly through his body. Suddenly, on the back of his right hand… a greenish mark appeared! 1
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