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After arriving at this place, the Primal Chaos Blue Lotus did not move. When it came to its side, the vines swayed, the chaos mist floated away, and tens of thousands of rays of light scattered through the air.

Ling Yun had a feeling that the Primal Chaos Blue Lotus was lonely. It wanted to help the Wutong develop its spirit, so that there would be another life like it within the Primal Chaos.

After who knows how many more years had passed, Ling Yun, who was sitting on the Primal Chaos Blue Lotus and meditating on the Great Dao Laws, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

Over there, the branches of the wutong tree were swaying, sending out strands of excited thoughts as if they had met family.

"Is there life?!" He did not even know if he was alive or dead. In the endless Primal Chaos, other than him, there were only three other lives. It was a little lonely.

However, he discovered that whether it was the Primal Chaos Blue Lotus or the Wutong Tree that was giving birth to life, there was no such existence.

Am I a ghost?

Lingyun could not help but smile bitterly, but his heart was filled with unwillingness. He still had many things to do.

He didn't know how long he had been here, how much time had passed outside, and what was happening now?

The primordial chaos was desolate. No one spoke, and he could only meditate on the Grand Dao. However, he was worried that if this went on, he would be driven mad.

No matter what, he was still a normal person.

The sleeping man had also never awakened, but his aura had grown stronger and stronger.

Just as Lingyun was thinking of a way out, he suddenly felt a tugging force, and then he lost consciousness. He could only hear a blurry voice.

"Let's go back …" Now... It wasn't time yet … Nine... "Reincarnation …"

He did not hear what was said clearly. He only felt that the voice was very familiar. Suddenly, he was startled. It was his own voice.

Before he could think too much, he had completely lost consciousness.

Just when he thought he was going to report to the hall of the underworld, he felt a small ice-cold hand caress his forehead, and then a familiar clear voice entered his ears, "Why hasn't he woken up yet, his pulse has already stabilized?"

"That's Ling'er's voice, could it be that I'm not dead?" Ling Yun muttered in his heart. He thought that he was hallucinating and fell into a deep sleep.

"It could be that his spirit body had suffered a heavy injury. Although his body has recovered, his spirit body has fallen into a deep slumber." Another worried voice rang out. It was Qin Feng's.

"Then what should we do?" Ling'er's voice was slightly sobbing.

"Am I really not dead?" Ling Yun did not dare believe it, he had ignited his spirit source!

That's not right, Lingyun suddenly remembered, at that critical moment, his consciousness was suppressed by a powerful spiritual will, and he lost it. Was it that spiritual will that was suppressing the burning source of consciousness? How powerful must his Mental Energy be?

"Master! Master!" Another familiar voice, full of worry, called out to him.

Soon after, he felt a surge of pure spiritual force that stimulated his consciousness.

"I really did not die!" Although that mysterious being saved me, burning my spirit source is very difficult to reverse. My spirit body must have suffered heavy injuries and fell into a deep sleep. " Ling Yun's heart was in ecstasy as he speculated that the thought of survival emerged and subconsciously absorbed the incoming spiritual energy.