Within a mass of blood-colored chaos, Zhou Yan seemed to transcend beyond his physical form, as his Divine Soul congealed into a Divine Soul Fetus.
It was as if he could see himself dying, watching as his own bright and deep eyes gradually dimmed, the vitality of his Xingyi Twelve Forms War Beast Sword Soul slowly dissipating as well.
And yet, all of this seemed to appear and vanish within the chaos.
Zhou Yan felt as if he was plunged into a terrifying chaos, incapable of sleeping or waking.
He struggled helplessly, with no ability to change himself.
This was a frightening state, in which even the distinction between his own life and death was unclear.
In that haze, Zhou Yan heard a clear and sweet voice speaking beside his ear, yet the voice was sometimes distant and sometimes very near.
As if separated by a realm of dreams, this voice was relayed within and outside of the dream.
"It seems there's no saving him. If he dies, where will I find the Soul Seal?"
