Ling Xiaoyue clung tightly to Fang Zhou, and with a swoosh, the teacher and disciple were twisted and rotated into a point, disappearing into the constantly spinning Yin Yang Roulette.
Fang Zhou only felt his consciousness entering a state of chaos. He couldn't perceive the existence of his body, nor could he think, only letting himself drift along in this muddled and confused state.
He didn't know how much time had passed before his consciousness gradually became clear again.
He saw a sky full of stars, each bright or dim. The bright ones represented Yang, and the dim ones represented Yin. The black sky represented the Spiritual Domain, all being the most essential forces.
Fang Zhou was like a meteor streaking across the sky, swimming in this spiritual ocean of Yin and Yang.
Immersed in the heart-stirring sea of stars, he suddenly saw another meteor approaching him.
The two meteors gradually drew closer and then became parallel.
