Lin Xun sat silently, while the wonderful scene of the void of the universe and star cycle appeared in his mind. It was the Star Cycle image of the Little Divine Meditation. He wanted to visualize the starry sky to guard and calm his spirit.

Shadows of death constantly collided with one another in his mind, producing dark emotions such as terror, despair and death. 

Every shadow of death represented the scenes produced during the battle before his death, the different cultivators, different styles of Star-Gather, and the different feelings of death. 

Everything was transformed into inner demon power and repeatedly battered his mind. It was easy to imagine how dangerous and terrifying the situation was. 

Ordinary cultivators would have failed to withstand the impact and lost their minds long ago. 

Although Lin Xun hadn’t fallen to that stage yet, his situation wasn’t particularly good and could even be described as precarious.

He seemed to be in a sea of blade and fire. He could only rely on the power of the Little Divine Meditation Art to expel any distracting thoughts...