"Boom..." As everyone's souls began to release, the next mont... all they felt was a thunderous roar in their minds, as an incredibly realistic image instantly appeared in their thoughts.
What's so-called visual transmission is simply the process of conveying the images one observes to everyone's minds as accurately as possible, even more vivid, detailed, specific, and comprehensive than what the human eye perceives.
Looking around, the vast canyon space was empty, and as the wild wind blew, it let out a mournful wail; this imagery was scanned by the Soul Ripple, incredibly fine and vivid, with sound, of course, being an indispensable part.
At this mont, a loud voice rang out, "First up, please welco the Head of the Combat Dragon Academy—Lan Ya, to the stage!"
Accompanying this booming voice, the perspective suddenly shot upwards. Looking up, a tiny but dazzling treasure-blue light flashed in the sky, followed by... a sharp whistling sound, as if a bomb had plumted, booming forth.
"Swoosh..." Amidst the piercing Po Kong noise, a blue light shaped like a sharp beast's fang whooshed down from the sky, streaking towards the battlefield like a blue cot, aid straight down.
"Shhh..." Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the blue light fell into the valley. The blue light shuttle suddenly expanded, and a pair of blue fluorescent lights ford three pairs of wings. A single flap in the air instantly dissipated that incomparable montum, miraculously transitioning from extre movent to extre stillness, to hover quietly in midair.
"Wow!" At this sight, the audience erupted into a chorus of astonished cries. It was genuinely terrifying—the overwhelming force was entirely negated with just a flap of the wings. Such imnse strength, such precise control over energy, and such deep understanding of one's own state!
For a ti, the whole arena buzzed with discussion. Overco by surprise, their souls tensed for a mont, and most people lost their connection with the imagery, while only a few with more resolute wills maintained it.
But never mind what everyone was discussing, at this mont... Xin Yun and the others were admiringly watching the Head of the Institute—Lan Ya! Looking closely, Lan Ya was riding an Ice Blue Giant Dragon in human form. However... unlike other humanoid dragons, this dragon's body was entirely in human shape, which from the outside looked as if a human body had been magnified a hundred tis.
And quite obviously, this was a female form.
A full chest, perky buttocks, a slender waist, smooth yet gentle curves, treasure-blue long hair down to the waist—all of it conford to the perfect proportions a woman should have. What was most striking were the ice wings on either side of the woman's long hair at the waist, each composed of blue ice feathers. At first glance, it resembled a blue crystal angel statue, magnificent and splendid.
"It's her..." On seeing this, Xin Yun trembled, overwheld with excitent, and he unexpectedly snapped out of the trance, the imagery suddenly disappearing from his mind.
Sitting up abruptly, Xin Yun turned disbelievingly to look at the Ice Blue Giant Dragon standing not far from the audience, never having thought, truly never having thought, it would be her!
Looking at the blue ice angel, an image of a beautiful girl uncontrollably surfaced in Xin Yun's mind, never having thought it would be her!
In his previous life, he t her four years later. The mont he saw her, Xin Yun was astounded, desperately pursued her, and after three years, he finally moved her to beco his woman. But... but...
All n possess a flawed nature, especially the Xin Yun back then—still young, foolish, and naïve... unaware of how to cherish everything he had. After successfully winning her heart, Xin Yun possessed her completely.
However, the sweetness only lasted for half a year before his wandering eye returned to other won, with the adage "the grass is greener on the other side" spurring him on to philander again.
No walls in the world are completely airtight, and eventually... everything was discovered by Lan Ya. Yet, she didn't argue with Xin Yun but just quietly packed her things and left.
This could have been the end of it, but Xin Yun had never anticipated that Lan Ya's departure wasn't due to indifference but profound heartache and reluctance to witness it all, which is why she chose to leave.
Back then, it took Xin Yun three years to finally move her, proof enough that Lan Ya wasn't soone easily swayed. But once her heart was involved, she couldn't take it back.
Though Lan Ya left, Xin Yun only grieved for a while before bouncing back, continuing his hedonistic lifestyle. One day, when he was surrounded by enemies with no way out, she appeared, giving up her life to grant Xin Yun a sliver of hope. He could never forget the way she caressed his face as she was dying, nor her tragically beautiful smile before death.
Xin Yun shuddered, embracing his head as tears filled his eyes. In his past life, although he had been with countless won, he never felt indebted, since both sides took what they needed. But Lan Ya was his eternal regret, and for her... Xin Yun owed her endlessly.
Now, thinking back, it was precisely because of Lan Ya's death that he beca even more unrestrained—the world had lost hope, so why be persistent.
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