The next second.
Fang Qingyu's consciousness had already left the cold platform of the City Lord's Mansion, finding himself in an expanse of endless white.
Here, there was no up or down, no left or right, no passage of time, only whiteness.
This was the third time he set foot in this place.
The first time was when he broke through Candlelight.
At that time, this place was only a chaotic darkness.
Only a small candle flame was suspended infinitely high above.
Weakly dispelling the surrounding void.
Allowing him to hold the candlelight to his heart, observing the transformation of his will from a transcendent perspective, glimpsing the wondrousness of soul projection.
The second time was breaking through to the Realm of Purity.
The darkness was completely dispelled by that candle flame, and the world turned into a flawless pure white.
Truly reaching a state of clarity like a Bodhi tree or a bright mirror platform.
No distracting thoughts arose, the mind was clarified.
