The enormous Star Palace was deathly silent.
The Guidance Token shone silver-white and rang like metal, engraved with countless mysterious symbols. The surging soul fluctuations pressed upon every Star Master, filling them with fear as though their skulls were being hammered by a giant mallet.
Clearly, the Soul Substance stored within the Guidance Token was simply too vast. It enveloped Chen Fusheng and began probing his Spiritual Sea of Consciousness!
Countless gazes fixed on Chen Fusheng. They were all witnessing a miracle.
Could a mortal truly cultivate?
"My son doesn't have any spiritual telekinetic power either. If he could cultivate..." A Star Official's eyes flickered. At the very least, he could live another hundred years or so without being tormented by illness.
It sounded utterly preposterous, though. Xu Changfeng's legs had gone somewhat limp, and he roared inwardly, Soul Telekinetic Value, awaken!
"Rumble!"
During the probing of the Soul Substance, Chen Fusheng's ears suddenly buzzed, and he lost consciousness.
His mind went blank. He forgot everything, even the experiences of this period. The scene returned to the bitter wind, his hands frozen blue and purple as he struggled to chop firewood.
He had once lived at the very bottom. It was not that he had lacked effort, but he had none of the cultivation talent they spoke of. He was destined to remain a common mortal, with no chance to turn his fate around in his entire life.
The soul was the soul, and the telekinetic value was the telekinetic value. Talent had shackled the destinies of countless mortals.
"Born without talent, destined to be mere grass and weeds..."
Such a voice echoed through his Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, proclaiming his fate. The cruel reality could not be reversed!
Yet deep in Chen Fusheng's subconscious, emotions still lingered. What was