Luo Yan leaned in.
At the same time, his spiritual power tendrils, like invisible threads, penetrated the barrier of the Void Realm and established a connection with the nascent "soul mirror image" on the other side.
After a slight dizziness, his consciousness successfully descended.
He "opened" his eyes and scrutinized his brand new body with a look of surprise.
It was a butterfly, vibrant with colors.
The world's scene in his compound eyes appeared like a kaleidoscope of splendor; he merely had to gently flap his wings, and all the magnificent beauty drew near to him.
Honestly, this feeling was quite marvelous.
More interesting than being human.
Just as Luo Yan indulged in this feeling, a wrinkled gray-white tendril reached over, carefully lifting the butterfly that bore the soul of the "Ancient Gods."
"My Lord, you've arrived."
"Hmm, your world is wonderful, to be honest… much more beautiful than when we parted ways."
"Thanks to your care."
