Before Luo Fan's eyes, without any warning, space-time began to distort.
The air rippled like the surface of a lake struck by a pebble, sending out rings visible to the naked eye.
Those ripples spread out from the void, growing larger and denser, casting an unreal, illusory quality over the surrounding forest, ancient trees, and vines.
Immediately afterward, countless specks of starlight emerged from the distorted space-time.
Tiny and bright, those points of light hovered thickly in the air, like thousands of fireflies dancing in the night, breathtakingly beautiful.
But Luo Fan was in no mood to appreciate the sight.
He sat slumped beneath an ancient tree, his back against its rough trunk, his hands hanging limply at his sides.
His mind was still blank. The sight of the Weird Bride turning to ash before his eyes moments earlier was still like a knife lodged in his chest.
How could he possibly have any interest in admiring starlight?
Yet at that critical moment, Luo Fan's body suddenly tensed.
He sensed a trace of an aura.
It was faint, as faint as a breeze brushing past his ear, but the familiarity within it split through the blankness in his mind like a bolt of lightning.
He snapped his head up, his grief instantly suppressed, his eyes fixed on the points of light emerging from the void.
He even unconsciously held his breath.
It's my wife's aura!
There's no mistaking it!
He had spent so long by the Weird Bride's side that her aura was familiar to him down to his bones.
Even with his eyes closed, even across countless mountains and rivers, he would never mistake it.
Every one of those specks of starlight gave off the Weird Bride's aura.
So?
Could my wife still be alive?
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