"Senior Bai Wei, please guide these motes of light toward the damaged areas of your sea of consciousness. That will speed up the restoration process," Song Wen transmitted.
If the Soul Source Essence were allowed to fly about at random, they would most likely end up settling in intact areas of the sea of consciousness. They would do little to heal the injuries there, only strengthening the sea of consciousness to a certain extent.
"Alright!" Bai Wei's voice rang out.
Immediately afterward, a graceful figure emerged from the mist in the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Her figure was lush and alluring, like a masterpiece meticulously sculpted by heaven.
Her features were delicate and lovely as the autumn moon, her skin fine and smooth as suet jade.
As her beautiful eyes shifted, they seemed to shimmer with rippling light, stirring the soul.
She wore a flowing white dress, its hem fluttering gently with her movements, swaying in a captivating dance.
Song Wen suddenly realized that the appearance of Bai Wei's soul was not entirely the same as the face she usually showed others, though there was some resemblance.
Bai Wei's usual appearance was also refined and dignified, but in the cultivation world, it could only be considered average.
Yet the appearance presented by her soul at this moment was somewhat different, and so beautiful that it intoxicated the beholder.
This was not Song Wen's first time seeing Bai Wei's soul. He had even entered her sea of consciousness before and held Bai Wei's soul in his arms.
However, Bai Wei's soul had been gravely injured at the time, covered from head to toe in cracks like the crisscrossing gullies of parched earth. There had been no trace of its current captivating beauty.
Later, fearing that Bai Wei would be