A face as beautiful as in the mirror also appeared in the old woman's sight.

"Aying, you have become more beautiful."

The old woman praised.

"Old Priest!"

The former girl Aying rushed over, but found that she had passed through the old woman's body and could not touch her, as if she were two worlds apart.

"I am in a soul state and have no entity."

The old woman sighed, waved the crutch in her hand, and controlled the water by the lake to merge into her left hand, acting as an entity and caressing Mo Ying's face.

"Just come back."

The old woman smiled, her face full of kindness, "Actually, I had too high demands on you at the beginning, and I shouldn't have let you bear so much at such a young age."

"It's A-ying's fault." Mo Ying pursed her lips tightly and grabbed the old woman's hand that was transformed into water.

"How have you been living outside these years?" the old woman asked softly.

"I joined the Piaomiao Sect. The leader and fellow sect members are very kind to me and sincerely accept me."

Mo Ying recounted everything that had happened over the years, held hands with the old woman, and walked towards the depths of the island.

Island center.

This is a valley filled with birdsong and flowers.

There are spiritual springs and spiritual fields in the valley, as well as a stretch of ancient spire buildings that stretch for miles. The tops of the buildings are inlaid with a pearl the size of a head.

"High Priest, are the aliens from the cave still attacking these years?"

"No, after all, we worked together to seal the exit last time. Logically speaking, they can't rush through."

The two of them talked while walking.

Not long after, they walked through the spire buildings and came to the middle of a broken temple, looking at the five-color altar full of cracks.

At this moment, there was a strong wind blowing around.

Countless translucent mist condensed in mid-air, turning into tens of thousands of figures, all of them in the same translucent soul state as the old woman.
Chapter completed!