WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The wisps of soul awareness carried different auras as they either looked like shining pieces of silver, crimson lightning bolts, or green tree branches.

They seemed to have roamed the floating continent for a long while before returning to Nie Tian’s sea of awareness now, like young swallows returning to their nest.

Then, they fused into different sub-souls.

His flame power sub-soul, wood power sub-soul, and star power sub-soul hung high in ...