The scriptures came like a song, gently drifting, beams of light falling as if they were meant to enter one's soul.
Shi Hao was enchanted, having his wish fulfilled, listening to the Song of Reincarnation here, a supremely unparalleled scripture resonating in his heart.
He devoted himself wholly, delving into every sentence, comprehending every passage, pondering every obscure text for a long time, silently comprehending.
His brow emitted light, a mysterious mark swirling with auspicious haze, resonating with that supreme being, divine light bursting between them, radiant with colorful clouds.
A vast aura was spreading, as the similar bloodlines connected, roaring here!
Unfortunately, that peerless master had long passed away and left nothing behind. No matter how hard Shi Hao tried, he couldn't explore any lingering thoughts of that spirit.