For he already possessed the emblem of Enlightenment of God: Primordial Spirit.
He was the one and only in the world, a freak whose Primordial Spirit was ahead of his Cultivation Realm, "waiting for his cultivation to arrive at the crossroads ahead."
Time seemed to pause.
The world was so quiet.
Lin Xiaosu gazed at the Star River, his eyes filled with a hint of excitement.
He could finally see the scenery of the far side of the Star River.
Silently, his silhouette contracted.
The Dharma Body, as solid and as tall as a mountain, retracted, and he quietly watched the river ahead.
It seemed that at this moment, the river was another starry sky.
The river flowed like the Star River, slowly unfolding before him, making it hard to distinguish if this river was the Earthly River or the starry sky's Star River...
No matter what kind of river it was, at this moment, it was very eerie.
Because a shadow silently covered the river, an eerie, dynamic shadow.
