Zhao Xuan hurried out of the castle, not daring to look back at all, yet the God of Souls' ferocious, terrifying roar kept echoing in his ears.
"Come back! Get back here!"
"Damn it! It was you! You ruined my plans again!"
The moment he ran out of the castle, Zhao Xuan finally let out a breath of relief. The oppressive feeling in his chest vanished without a trace.
Looking back at Gu Pan, he saw an enormous mass of divine consciousness floating above the castle. Yet it seemed to be restrained, unable to be summoned by the God of Souls within the castle.
That gentle voice rang out again. "Young man, come here."
As her voice fell, the illusory world seemed to grow more alive. The surrounding trees suddenly rustled, as though they had come to life. Some branches waved about, seemingly guiding Zhao Xuan onward.
Zhao Xuan was startled. Could the owner of that voice be the master of this illusory realm?
When he entered, Zhao Xuan had already noticed that the divine consciousness forming this illusory world differed somewhat from the divine consciousness that made up those frolicking Spirit Beasts. Now, it seemed their owners truly were not the same person!
But why had the master of this illusory realm saved him? What kind of relationship did she have with the God of Souls? These questions stuck in Zhao Xuan's throat, leaving him hesitant and undecided.
Yet on further thought, if not for the owner of that voice helping him just now, he would likely have already been swallowed by the God of Souls' incarnation of divine consciousness.
"Whatever will be, will be. If disaster is coming, I can't hide from it!"
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Xuan followed the guidance of the surrounding plants. After leaving the