When the sun rose, I shrank back to the corner again. My hand tentatively touched a small patch of sunlight at my feet, and I quickly shrank back again. This time, there was no unexpected burning sensation.
I looked at the translucent hand, felt sad, and took a step forward. It was actually warm.
Phew~
I breathed a sigh of relief, but it wasn't worth getting excited about yet. My body was still translucent.
Wandering soul is a term used by Taoist priests for people like me who do not want to be reincarnated. I have been dead for probably hundreds of years, and I have forgotten how I died.
I heard from the seniors that if you want to return to the sun without losing your magic, you have to find ten extremely yin people, fulfill their wishes and absorb their essence in return.
I don't know what kind of master's wish I have fulfilled, I just want essence
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