Arthur couldn't help but close his eyes. He hoped and prayed, but none were answered. He tried, but the small distance of a few meters seemed like vast miles now.
The speed of the pagoda gathering up its energy was unparalleled. It exceeded the speed of the push he gave using his sword.
He was in pain, heavily wounded, and desperate for anything to happen to give him hope.
Yet he knew he had nothing else to do. The portal was getting close to the star however the light was now so bright that it even obscured the pagoda and the portal as well.
It was like a star was exploding, and in its path the light and energy would be racing to sweep away anything.
And anyone standing in their path.
At this moment Arthur recalled his life. He recalled how optimistic he was when he was a cultivator. His passion for knowledge and research, believing the path of salvation for cultivators wasn't through getting stronger but smarter.