However, he still felt the strong call to him from the being on the dome of Huita.

This is not his unique feeling, because everyone's soul contains the divine spark that was first thrown out from the gathering point.

This is a yearning engraved deep in the soul, and a nostalgia that is unforgettable, like a fallen leaf returning to its roots.

At the end of the third second, his consciousness finally collapsed completely.

The room with all the gas lights turned on was extremely bright, with green smoke rising from the extinguished candlesticks, and the last trace of the sweet fragrance of the secret atmosphere remained.

"What did you see in the movement?" Viadlin asked while cleaning the coarse salt on the mahogany table, "Do you understand that every wise person will face a crazy chaos, full of chaos?

A journey of exploration with all kinds of unknown dangers?”

Fan Ning's sense of self was not recovered for a while. Various faces and voices kept jumping in his consciousness, young, old, luxurious, vulgar, pleasant, painful, holy, and dirty.

After a long time, the pupils gradually regained focus.

He spoke, and countless scattered voices finally merged together,

The voice is low and clear, like a conversation with another self deep inside:
Chapter completed!