"Old Meng?" Xiao Yu immediately became excited.
He was somewhat flustered. Everything seemed unreal.
Could Old Meng still be here?
He hadn't left?
"It's me, you little brat. You didn't think I was gone, did you?" Old Meng's familiar voice rang out once again, making Xiao Yu realize that this was not a dream.
"But it's been a million epochs. You actually just watched me muddle through on my own." Xiao Yu deliberately acted spoiled.
In truth, he understood that Old Meng was doing this for his own good.
"In such a short time, not only did you create the Primordial Dao of Soul, you even began taking the third step. This shows that your talent in the Dao of Soul is truly peerless!" Old Meng's voice rang out again.
"It was all thanks to your guidance, Old Meng," Xiao Yu said.
"Haha, you're quite modest. That's very good. I'm gratified." Old Meng's voice came through. "Now I can rest assured."
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the Seventeen-colored Barrier began to tremble violently, as if it had exhausted all its energy. In an instant, cracks appeared across the Seventeen-colored Barrier.
The Mind Prison seemed to possess intelligence of its own. It knew that the Seventeen-colored Barrier had run out of energy, and it immediately launched a fierce assault as well.
In an instant, thousands upon thousands of soul techniques came surging over. The Formless power took on tangible form, becoming massive worlds, vast blades, or enormous beast claws... Thousands upon thousands of terrifying attacks slammed into the cracked barrier in an instant.
"Old Meng." Xiao Yu was horrified.
He sensed that this time, Old Meng was truly going to disappear.
The Seventeen-colored Barrier was already cracked. After withstanding thousands upon thousands of terrifying attacks, and without the maintenance of Old Meng's power, its