At night, because of the chilly atmosphere of chaos, the boy in a chicken coop took the child back to his room early.
Sang Luo looked at Taoist Yuheng sitting motionless on the roof and said,
"Master, aren't you going back to your room?"
"I am a soul body and I am not afraid of the energy of chaos."
Taoist Yuheng raised his eyes to look at the dark blue sky, watching the changes in the stars,
"You go back to the house first and adjust your breathing well."
The wounds in her body have not completely healed. Only by healing the wounds first can she further expand her sea of consciousness.
Sang Luo looked at the thousands of stars with changing star paths in the sky, but didn't see anything, so he said "oh" and turned back to the room.
In the simple room, Sang Luo raised his hand and inserted the key into the door frame, then sat on the stone bed with his back against the wall, his eyes slightly lowered, and he raised his hand to touch the jade lotus pendant hanging on his wrist.
Insufficient spiritual consciousness makes it impossible to open the medicine field space.
But...this thing is shared between her and Chu Yanshu. Can she still contact him through this?
Thinking about it, Sang Luo took off the lotus pendant from his hand, raised his hand to form a seal, and transferred all the soul power that Chu Yanshu had previously transferred into his body into the lotus pendant.
The faint blue soul power flows into the jade-colored lotus pendant, emitting a faint light.
Sweat beaded on Sang Luo's forehead, but the movements of his hands never stopped.
She seemed to faintly feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy on the other side.
“…”
In the dark purgatory, a soul knife formed in the young man's hand. Just as he understood the last resentful ghost, he felt a burning sensation in his right wrist.
When he felt that burst of spiritual energy, the originally ferocious color in the young man's eyes gradually faded away, and his body trembled slightly.
"Sang Luo...is that you?"
On the Chaos Islands, the spiritual energy in Sang Luo's body had almost reached its limit. Just when she was about to lose her strength, she heard a voice coming from the lotus pendant——
"Sang Luo...is that you?"
The young man's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of unbelievable surprise.
At that moment, Sang Luo felt that her nose was a little sore, and tears fell out of her eyes for some reason. Her throat was severely choked, but there was a smile on her face.
"Chu Yanshu, it's me."
"I'm fine now. I even met a trace of my ancestor's remnant soul. On the Chaos Islands with him, I will soon find the road to the sky and go to the fairy world to find you."
"How are you now? Did that old man give you any trouble?"
The girl's voice was urgent, as if she was worried that this connection would be broken.
Chu Yanshu raised his head and looked at the blood-red eyes. The strong wind swept the smell of blood and rushed towards his face. The front was in darkness with no end in sight.
He touched his slightly hot wrist, but with a smile on his face, he said softly,
"I'm fine, don't worry, he didn't make things difficult for me."
When the old man checked that there was no demonic breath on his body, he let him go. However, he seemed to have some grudge against Zhuo Qing.
Therefore, he threw him into this purgatory.
This purgatory seems to be the transformation of an ancient battlefield, full of bloody and evil souls.
But Chu Yanshu doesn't really care about this. At least, he still has a chance to survive when he comes here.
He used to hate darkness, the feeling of not being able to see the way forward or the sunshine.
He had had enough of walking in the dark, living side by side with killing and bloodshed, and living with bones and blood.
But at this moment, I felt like it was nothing.
In this life, he still has hope.
There is still a glimmer of light in his heart.
And his light will come to find him, take him out of this purgatory, and live under the sun from now on.