They rose, climbing ever higher. The heavenly astral winds were a powerful external force ready for use.
Mo Caihuan and Zi Ling rose through the roof and vanished.
"Senior, senior, don't go!" Seeing his opportunity vanish through the roof, the immortal master shouted. Unfortunately, it disappeared all the same, leaving behind an old man forlorn with loss.
As they rose, the souls of her past and present lives continued merging. Mo Caihuan resisted with all her strength, but she could only slow the process slightly, not stop it.
I have to hurry, or they really will become one.
Still not high enough. The heavenly astral winds are farther up, above even the blue sky.
The pull drawing them together grew stronger and stronger. Time was running out, and she had to stop it as soon as possible.
At last, her surroundings turned pitch-black, as though she had entered the void. Yet countless lethal dangers lurked in that endless darkness. The heavenly astral winds were here.
Only upon entering the void did she realize she could not distinguish weak heavenly astral winds from strong ones. She wanted to borrow the power of a weak gust, but she might collide with a powerful one instead.
There was nothing else she could do now. She could only put her faith in the power of faith.
Of course, she was not quite that reckless. Instead, she chose to strike the heavenly astral winds with her past-life soul, trusting that a soul reforged by the Heavenly Dao could withstand their destructive power.
Here goes. She sheltered Zi Ling in her arms and slammed her back into the heavenly astral winds.
Boom! Mo Caihuan lost consciousness in an instant. The heavenly astral winds were too powerful. Even if her past-life soul could endure them, her consciousness