But these were only enough to make Liang Hui pause briefly before his gaze finally rested on the shadow of the beast behind him.
Light!
Endless brilliance.
The Light of the Soul!
The Light of Vitality!
The Light of Myriad Spirits!
Various lights flickered and intertwined.
He finally understood why the starry sky was so deathly still, why the endless worlds showed not a trace of life.
It was because everything in the starry sky had been gathered by the entity in front of him, forming a sun-like sphere of light behind it.
One must know that this part of the starry sky accounted for at least one percent of the Great Wilderness Realm, far larger than the West Sea.
Now, it had been gathered into one, the vitality it contained was enough to stir Liang Hui's heart.
It could allow him to advance several steps on the Path of the Myriad Spirits, even catching up to the Pure Yang Great Path.
"This is mine!"
Liang Hui's eyes shone brightly.
