The silver-haired beauty pursed her cherry red lips, her light-colored eyes darkened, and she clenched her hand into a fist before smashing it against the stone wall beside her. Her indifferent temperament was no longer present, and her demonically beautiful face was somewhat disheveled.
"Damn it ..."
He barely managed to keep Fu Shang alive with his spiritual energy.
Chen Yu looked through the ancient books for a few days before he found a barely feasible method.
Reconstructing the sea of consciousness.
He placed his consciousness into Fu min's dream and created a new sea of consciousness for her before pulling her back to reality.
Needless to say, it was dangerous. No one had ever succeeded in changing one's fate like this since ancient times. There was a chance that both of them would die.
At this moment, Chen Yan had to think about a problem.