In that unfamiliar dimensional world permeated with a faint, shimmering glow, time and space seemed to lose all conventional meaning. Zhang Yue's soul fragments drifted through the endless void like a cluster of lost yet purposeful stars, locked in an erratic dance. Illumined by the dim light, they flickered with a faint, ethereal radiance, as if guided and manipulated by some hidden, invisible force. At times, these soul fragments collided, emitting sparks as faint as shooting stars streaking across the night sky, as though exchanging unknown messages. At other times, they drifted apart, hovering elusively in the hazy glow as if undergoing some mysterious screening and refinement.
Yet, as time slipped away like fine sand, a wondrous change quietly unfolded. These scattered soul fragments, responding as though to some sacred call, gradually began to coalesce. In this hazy and chaotic state, Zhang Yue concentrated every ounce of his remaining consciousness. He could clearly perceive his shattered soul—like precious puzzle pieces scattered across the floor—gradually finding their matching edges and piecing themselves back together. "What on earth is happening? Could the special power contained in this mysterious place be helping me reshape my soul?" Ripples of doubt spread across the calm surface of Zhang Yue's mind like a tossed stone, yet intertwined with them was a spark of hope, faint as a star yet burning hot.
Just as the soul fragments were steadily coalescing, a flash …
Chapter 271