Shen Luo's divine soul turned his gaze, his sight fell on the light mark above, with its pulsating trajectory constantly moving, he seemed to see a hint of a pattern, but in the rush there was no time to think more deeply.
"If you can bring the mana from my dreams, then please help me once more... just once more, for I cannot die yet!" Shen Luo's divine soul nearly screamed to exhaustion, roaring at the boundless star sea.
The void was silent, the surrounding starlight remained undisturbed, flickering intermittently as if to say, what does your life or death have to do with the cycle of the Heavenly Dao?
Shen Luo didn't know when he would be expelled from this world. If he could not successfully borrow sufficient cultivation to protect himself, then by the time his divine soul returned, it would be the moment of his death.
"If the Heavenly Dao has nothing to do with me, then I will seek those who are related to me!" Such a thought rose in Shen Luo's heart.