A useless struggle!
Li heaven region, heavenly fate sect.
In the secret room.
Su Mo's real body, which had been in deep seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes flashed with a sharp glint, as if they were the most brilliant divine swords.
Shua!
Su mo flipped his palm and a jade pendant appeared in his hand. The jade pendant glowed and an illusionary little person appeared on it.
"Su mo, I'm dead. My memories have been discovered by the Soul Clan!" The tiny illusory person said with a sad expression.
The little man was sikong Yan.
That's right!
Sikong Yan was not completely dead!
This was because all the higher-ups of the unparalleled gate of God were asked to leave a wisp of their soul behind when they left the blazing heaven territory in case their bodies met with any bad news.
This was a fire seed!
Therefore, even though sikong Yan had died, he had not completely disappeared. There was still a trace of fire.