The Soul

This voice seemed to emerge from both heaven and earth, ethereal in nature. It felt as if it were whispering directly into her ears, yet at the same time, it echoed as though from a distance. However, with focused attention, she realized it originated within her own mind.

It conveyed a simple message in a tranquil tone, yet upon reaching Sun Yun's mind, it induced her body to tremble. It was as though the world around her disintegrated, only to reassemble into invisible threads that ensnared her, halting her physical form, soul's essence, and even the origin energy flowing within her.

Her thoughts were momentarily suspended, as if caught in the limbo of her past life.

Wang Lin materialized before Sun Yun.

She was seated cross-legged, her graceful figure veiled by her attire, making her exceptionally captivating. A delicate fragrance wafted from her, adding to her allure.

Her expression displayed unwavering determination, unchanged and immovable.