These mysterious powers began to slowly gather in Ye Lin's hands. As time passed, they gradually converged into Qin Feiyu's form.
At this sight, all the disciples before him, Zhuge Yunyu included, widened their eyes in shock. Reforging vitality, recreating a divine soul—what kind of immense power was this?
So this was a True Immortal? Terrifying beyond belief.
"Go."
With a beckon of Ye Lin's hand, the Qin Feiyu in his palm entered the body before him. In an instant, boundless vitality erupted from Qin Feiyu's body.
An incomparably dazzling radiance also burst forth around him.
Qin Feiyu had dreamed a very long dream, an endlessly long dream. He dreamed that he had traveled to the depths of the Starry Sky, where he saw a river—a river whose end could not be seen.
In the darkness, some force seemed to draw him toward the river. Just as he touched its waters, an immense force suddenly came from behind him and sucked him into an unknown place.
"He's awake, he's awake! Is this the power of a True Immortal? It's too terrifying."
"Senior is seriously incredible."
"Unimaginable. Unbelievable."
A stream of clamorous voices reached Qin Feiyu's ears. He laboriously opened his eyes, and one familiar face after another appeared before him.
"You all... wasn't I dead?"
Qin Feiyu asked in confusion. Hadn't he died? Burning his blood, burning his divine soul—only he knew how grave that had been. In that state, even if the three Venerables had joined forces, they absolutely could not have saved him.
But why? Why was he seeing these familiar people again?
"What nonsense are you talking about? Senior used his great magic power to save you. Why haven't you thanked Senior yet?"
Zhuge Yunyu stepped forward and, in exasperation, smacked Qin Feiyu on the head. That