The Light Finger, imbued with divine power, suffused Neo's body while forming a peculiar arc of light, like a small sun rising over the sea.
This forced Little Kangna to reinforce the Guardian's Shield again to prevent any aura from leaking out.
Puer sounded rather disgruntled. "Sigh, it followed me for almost two hundred years, and I never saw it shine this brightly, meow."
It was like a child she had painstakingly raised, only for its birth parents to beckon once it was grown and have it follow them without hesitation.
Philomina asked in return, "If someone gave it to you now, would you dare take it?"
"I'd be purified instantly. No, I suppose it's called light transformation." Puer was quite honest. "Only Kallen can get close to it."
"Why is this awakening taking so long?"
"Unless something unexpected happened, something unexpected must have happened, meow."
Unlike the extremely smooth awakenings of the past, this time, although Kallen sensed the presence of spiritual power, he could not ignite it. It felt as though he had found lamp oil but could not find the wick.
But withdrawing midway was impossible. The awakening ritual still had to continue.
Kallen deliberately sank his consciousness deeper. He had to find that wick.
Like seawater pouring backward, everything plunged down from above, sinking swiftly and endlessly until his consciousness gradually lost its sense of time.
When his surroundings settled, Kallen discovered that he was over a misty sea.
The texture of a consciousness space was often tied to its owner's soul level. Here, Kallen felt an inexplicable familiarity.
This was not Neo's consciousness space. At least, not now.
Cheerful singing drifted over from the distance.
Kallen saw an enormous sea beast come sailing out. On its back, a group of people in divine robes of