Sea of ​​Consciousness? He Lingchuan thought of that glowing mark.

He closed his eyes, and the child flew around him and got in through his ears.

For He Lingchuan, it felt like taking a breath of peppermint, and his whole brain felt cool.

But that was it, he didn't feel the same pain as the last time the gods invaded.

Ten breaths have passed.

Twenty breaths have passed.

He Lingchuan opened his eyes and saw two people looking at him with bright eyes. The light in the carriage was dim.

Wen Daolun seemed a little surprised: "Can you open your eyes? How do you feel now?"

"My head got a bit cold and it's gone."

Wen Daolun didn't seem to believe it, and asked again: "There is no pain, and you don't see any illusions?"

He Lingchuan shook his head.

After more than ten breaths, a wisp of white mist floated out from his ears and transformed into the soul of the little girl in mid-air.

She seemed unharmed, and He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief. Is it because the way she visited the gods was not as rough as the last time, so she suffered less backlash?

She rushed to Wen Daolun's ear and talked endlessly to him. The strange thing was that He Lingchuan couldn't hear a sound, as if he was watching a silent movie.
Chapter completed!