The image was clear.
Yet it was shrouded in mist and clouds.
It carried an ancient, unfathomable aura.
It was both near and far!
At this moment, Xiao Chen
was personally immersed within it.
It was as if he had crossed through time and space
and returned to that majestic ancient hall standing above the sea of stars.
Night sank like ink, and starlight burned like fire.
Xiao Chen wore a silver robe woven from starlight as he lay upon a golden couch, his face white as paper and his breath as faint as gossamer.
Layer upon layer of golden soul intent coiled around him, fragmented and broken like shattered porcelain. His soul was wounded all over.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was incomparably miserable. His body was uninjured, but his golden divine soul was covered in wounds and on the verge of shattering!
The pain of the soul was ten times worse than injury to the flesh.
With soul wounds covering his body, Xiao Chen was in such agony that he wished for death, hovering at death's door.
"The hall spirit chose you. Why did Grandfather treat me like this?"
Xiao Chen struggled to rise, staring at the handsome youth before him. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and blazing fury!
"This is fate. Every hundred thousand years, one direct descendant of our Star God Hall lineage must answer the tribulation. Grandfather said that I am stronger than you. Having you undergo the tribulation in my place benefits the divine hall the most!"
The white-robed youth gleamed with divine radiance, brilliant as a sea of stars. Yet the expression on his face was cold as ice and snow as he looked at Xiao Chen, devoid of even a trace of emotion.
When he spoke the words "I am stronger