Feeling the cargo ship rock after leaving the harbor, and thinking that they were now leaving the Heaven Dou Empire behind, Tang Ziran and the others finally felt their anxious hearts ease a little.
They lay in their hammocks to rest. Tang Ziran wanted to take out his soul communication device and send Mang Tian a message before the cargo ship sailed too far from the harbor, letting him know they were safe. He also wanted to ask how Tang Wulin was doing. After all, within a year at most, they could transfer to another ship in the Star Luo Empire and travel to the Sun Moon Federation.
Thinking that their family could finally reunite after so many years, both Tang Ziran and Lang Yue seemed somewhat excited.
But before Tang Ziran could take out his soul communication device, he felt his consciousness grow hazy. Then a sharp pain pierced his brow, and he felt all strength drain from his body.
When Tang Ziran turned toward Lang Yue beside him, he saw that her face was deathly pale. Strange, dark-red markings had appeared on her forehead, constantly shifting like a ghostly face trying to devour her.
Turning to look again, he found that everyone else was in the same condition. The hope for the future that had just kindled within Tang Ziran began to fade once more.
It seems the Spirit Pagoda wasn't willing to let us go so easily, Tang Ziran thought. At the same time, he thought of Huo Yuhao. If that person could...
But at that thought, Tang Ziran wondered whether that person really could save them. Or rather, what value did they have now that would make them worth saving? They were a group of ordinary people without Soul Power, and they had already handed over