Bo Saixi abruptly came to her senses, gasping for breath, her forehead already covered in a fine sheen of cold sweat.
Somewhat dazed, she touched her chest, then looked at the calm-faced Su Yu before her, her eyes filled with the shock of having survived a catastrophe.
"This... this is the power to control life and death?" she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
In that instant just now, she had clearly felt her soul being touched and pulled.
Strangely, however, apart from her initial panic, she had felt no pain or harm.
Instead, when her soul returned to her body, she had even felt an unprecedented sense of clarity.
Bo Saixi steadied herself, looked at Su Yu, and asked:
"Why? Why help me?"
"No reason. If you really need one, just take it as a whim after gaining a new power!"
The sea breeze swept past, stirring the hem of Su Yu's clothes.
That seemingly casual "whim" struck like a boulder plunging into the lake of Bo Saixi's heart, which had lain still for a hundred years.
The corners of Bo Saixi's lips slowly curved into the faintest smile.
"A whim..." she murmured, glimmers of light flickering in her eyes.
Indeed, perhaps in the eyes of gods, the life and death of mortals truly were beneath mention.
Yet this young man who possessed the power of a god was willing to topple a god on high for a mortal, all on a passing whim.
"All right."
Bo Saixi answered softly, her quiet voice carrying an unprecedented resolve.
"Then I'll entrust this life of mine to that whim of yours."
Just after Bo Saixi finished speaking, Ning Rongrong and the others were also nearing the end of their cultivation.
Ning Rongrong sat cross-legged at the center of the pillar of light,