When the Burning Soul Returns

A woman who had slept inside a pearl for an entire era watched him strike with his sword and cried out in shock: He had only ever seen someone use that sword technique once. Jiang Guhan cleaved a Realm Child in two with his twin swords, only to be struck down into the sea of stars by the Realm King. He fell onto a dead star where the previous era lay buried. Breaking the profound seal with his blood, he received the Chaos Art that Dao Ancestor Guanlan had awaited for countless millennia: nine sections, nine burnings, ash reforged; nine souls united, old friends’ souls returned. With half a bronze key and a gluttonous spirit pet that dared to devour tribulation malice, he stepped into the Sea of Myriad Stars. He thought he was fighting to survive. But he had no idea why that eye in the depths of the galaxy had glanced his way, nor did he know what Guanlan had waited an entire era for: an heir, or the thing inside his body.