The sunspot's soul was hiding at a corner in his brain.
This was his palace, but he couldn't have looked more panicked and humble.
They were not conducting a verbal communication but a telepathic one. Thousands of words were exchanged within one instant.
"Almighty God, what can your humblest slave do for you?"
The sunspot's soul flickered, expressing that he was willing to sacrifice himself for Li Yao.
Li Yao was even angrier, not because of the guy's humbleness, but because he was incapable of waking the guy up immediately.
"I don't need you to do anything for me. You only need to awaken your real identity, remember who you are, and reclaim your feelings and will. You are a human!"
Li Yao's soul that was stretched out in the sunspot's brain was displaying countless ever-changing pictures that depicted the life and the battles of the mortals in the Imperium and the federation.
