Farewell
Hearing this, Su Ran couldn't help sighing. As she gazed out at the sky, her thoughts returned to that world in the Star Cloud River, where only starlight had flickered.
In the Star Cloud River.
Thick bolts of silver-violet lightning struck down without mercy, their deafening crashes resounding through the entire expanse.
Strangely, there was only thunder and lightning here; it never rained. Apart from the stars scattered here and there, glittering with light, the surroundings were utterly empty.
It was as if everything had been blasted to pieces beneath that violent lightning, reduced to dust and vanished into the sky.
Yet, upon closer inspection, there was something beneath the lightning after all. A spirit body was curled in on itself, using every ounce of its strength to withstand the lightning that could strike it at any moment.
It was none other than Bi Fan, who had spent a full six months cultivating in the Space Storm that filled this part of the Star Cloud River.
Over the past six months, he had been tempered by the lightning more than a thousand times.
At last, through pain so excruciating that he would rather be dead, he had found a way to keep his spirit body from being shattered.
He had finally taken a step toward success.
Above the void, an ethereal, almost transparent, elderly figure watched the tiny silhouette with a trace of relief.
Bi Fan's success was both expected and unexpected. Even if someone at the Chaos Elder Early Stage taught him how to use the Soul Control Technique, he might not be able to master it.
It was like teaching a newborn child who couldn't yet walk how to take steps every day. The child would still need time before mastering the skill.
In Cheng Jue's eyes,