During the flight, An Yang guided Xiaochán's soul out, attempting to repair it.
However, the reality was depressing.
The only thing he could do was make the small red fox go from curling up inside the soul bead to curling up in mid-air, but she maintained that posture the whole time, her figure drifting and hazy.
Xiaochán's soul did not just have cracks; a part of it was missing, and only a being of great divine power could find the incomplete soul in that desert again, and it had to be done as soon as possible. After all, without a sustenance and nourishment, a soul would slowly dissipate between the heavens and the earth; by then, even if the Grand Supreme Elder Lord and Tathagata Buddha arrived in person, they probably would not be able to save the situation.
An Yang powerlessly discovered that, apart from a chest full of rage, he seemed unable to do anything at all.
With a wave of his hand, he pulled Xiaochán's soul back into the soul bead in mid-air, which at least would allow her to dissipate more slowly.
The aircraft stopped before flying into Giant God Desert. In the end, An Yang's reason suppressed his anger; he sat in the pilot's seat, looking coldly ahead and clenching his fists tightly.
There was a classical pendulum clock on the pilot's seat, its pendulum swinging with a click-clack, and the second hand ticking away.
Soon...
Until a blinding light suddenly rose in the distance—
First, a huge ball of light lit up, like the sun from the highest heavens falling down, or like the Golden Crow from mythology descending into the world, and its scorching light made people dare not look directly at it. What burst forth within the light was the primitive energy