Ye Xiaowei roused a sliver of another's soul within, unexpectedly learning of the fragmentation of his own divine spirit. What enigma lies within this? What manner of summoning from beyond the stellar realms is afoot? A strand of sacred soul, born untamed, vows to shatter the shackles of heaven and earth!

Divine Soul

The stone steps were right in front of them, not refusing anyone to climb, but the difficulty of reaching the summit made countless people intimidated.


Even the bravest among them now felt a bit frustrated and even desperate.


However, all of this had nothing to do with Ye Xiaowei.


The spirit of the small grass suddenly emitted a few laughs. This little guy was supposed to have a somewhat mocking tone, but its voice was surprisingly crisp and pleasant, instantly making Ye Xiaowei find it amusing.


"Hey, kid, now you know how difficult it is to reach the top, right?" The spirit of the small grass was extremely delighted and spoke with a bit of a lecturing tone. "This thing is too difficult. You guys are far from it. No one will be able to reach the top. How about it? If you beg me now, I'll help you up, what do you think?"


Ye Xiaowei smiled and said, "I want to wait a little longer."


The spirit of the small grass snorted, "Ignorant."


The Mysterious Figure