Just as Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's plump body hung suspended in midair, the pale blue aura of spiritual power surrounding it rippling with fine waves from its confusion.
In the center of the Spiritual Sea, within that region dotted with countless specks of light like a river of stars in the deep night, Lin Yao—seated upon the illusory Star Throne—finally slowly opened a slit in his tightly shut eyes.
When he first opened them, his gaze was still somewhat hazy. Once it focused, however, he clearly saw the little silkworm, which looked even more adorably naive than it did in reality.
Its entire body was snow-white, covered in an extremely faint icy crystalline sheen. Two sesame-seed-sized black eyes on its head spun restlessly.
It was circling him again and again, sometimes leaning close to sniff the scent of his robe hem, sometimes backing away half a step and tilting its head to examine him. Its eyes were filled with unresolvable confusion.
Lin Yao lowered his gaze and looked over the throne beneath him, which had formed from countless fragments of stars.
The throne radiated a profound dark golden glow. Seven Star Cores of different colors flowed across its backrest, while faint Star Cloud Mist curled around the edges of its seat.
Yet as Sky Dream Ice Silkworm circled around, it passed straight through the throne's phantom several times, clearly unable to sense its existence at all.
Lin Yao formed a rough guess in his heart.
Tian Meng's confusion did not stem from the throne, but what exactly was it puzzled by?
Could it be that the Star Throne, which helped him connect with other worlds, had placed some invisible restriction upon Sky Dream Ice Silkworm?
The moment that thought arose, his brows furrowed slightly, and several doubts surfaced in his