He looked at the glowing, healing egg in front of him, then at his hand, which was still pouring life energy into it.
He finally understood the desperate pull he had been feeling.
The egg had not just been hungry; it had been calling to him. It had been calling for the one thing in this dream world that could save it: his infinite lifespan.
He now knew how to escape this dream. He had to satisfy the Leviathan's dying wish. He had to save its egg.
The golden light pouring from his hand into the egg was bright. It lit up the dark deck of the ship. The soldiers guarding the cage finally noticed that something was wrong.
"What is that light?" one of them shouted.
"The guide! What is he doing?" another one yelled.
The captain, the big man with the friendly face, turned around. His friendly expression was gone. It was replaced by a cold, hard look.
His eyes were sharp and dangerous. He was no longer a simple captain; he was a powerful cultivator.
