A hazy white light filled He Ao's field of view, and an unprecedented sense of exhaustion spread out from every limb and bone within him, engulfing his soul.
This weariness was like a mountain of millions of jin pressing down on him, rendering him unable even to twitch a finger.
Yet it was within this hazy white radiance that one phantom shadow after another began to emerge slowly from this pure white background, their faces already blurred, like nameless soul spirits.
These phantom shadows passed through He Ao's body, bringing not a bone-chilling coolness but a warmth that seemed to soak every inch of muscle.
As this warmth gradually diffused within He Ao's body, the mountainous fatigue melted away like ice thawing in a spring breeze.
He Ao moved his fingers slightly and felt as if he had "lightened" up.
Looking up ahead, those countless phantom shadows that had passed through his body were now converging in the white expanse ahead, forming into a ghostly, human figure.
