The illusion shattered.
His consciousness seemed to plummet from a height of ten thousand zhang, returning to reality with a bang.
Han Yuchen's eyes flew open. His vision went dark, and his mind felt as though it had been hollowed out and stuffed with cotton, waves of stabbing pain and dizziness washing over him.
His legs gave out, and he nearly dropped to his knees. An unprecedented sense of exhaustion swept through him, as if he had fought at high intensity for three days and nights straight, or just run a thousand-meter sprint a hundred times.
His Soul Power was nearly depleted, while his Spiritual Power had withered to the extreme.
He gasped for breath, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. The hand gripping Leng Yuebai's wrist went limp and fell to his side.
Yet Leng Yuebai, standing opposite him, had undergone an earth-shattering transformation, one akin to being reborn.
Her white dress fluttered and snapped without wind. It was not driven by Soul Power, but by the energy field naturally radiating from her body, disturbing reality itself.
Behind her, a hazy yet far clearer phantom of a Star River slowly emerged.
That Star River was not still. It flowed slowly, with brilliant starlight flickering within it. Though its overall tone remained a cold silver-blue, those specks of starlight seemed to contain a faint, almost imperceptible touch of warm pale gold.
Most important was the aura emanating from her.
The dead, hollow chill around her, as though it heralded the end of all things, had mostly dissipated. In its place was an aura that was deeper, more condensed, and far more stable.
It was still cold, yet no longer the lifeless chill of absolute zero. It was like a starry winter sky, cold and clear yet brimming with vitality.
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