Holding the purple Long Feather in his hand, Wang Yan stared blankly.
What he just experienced felt too real, impossible to discern as the Illusion Realm.
And in that Illusion Realm, the person with purple wings he saw seemed very familiar, as if that person's voice and smile were still right in front of him.
Moreover, if it was an illusion, then what was this purple Long Feather in his hand?
Just as Wang Yan was in a daze, he noticed tiny purple lightning flickering across the purple Long Feather, crackling as it moved.
The tiny lightning struck Wang Yan's palm, causing a tingling pain, jolting him back to awareness from his earlier contemplation.
Unintentionally looking up, Wang Yan suddenly saw someone standing on top of the coffin in the stone chamber.
When this person appeared, Wang Yan hadn't even noticed, and they stood there quietly watching him, as if they had been watching for a long time.
