And the last scarecrow woven by Su Tu, because it absorbed the least Spiritual Light, didn't grow flesh and blood; instead, it nurtured a breath of abundance within.
"Miao Fa..."
A slightly awkward voice sounded, as if still unfamiliar with how to speak.
"Miao Fa!! Miao Fa!!"
Then, the other figures also began to chant along, their voices full of reverence and awe, carrying an indescribable worship.
The voices grew louder and wider, eventually echoing across the entire planet and then spreading throughout the Star River.
At the same time.
When Su Tu opened his eyes again, he saw the chandelier of luxurious decoration, which meant he had returned to reality.
Glancing at the time, it was seven in the morning.
Indeed, no matter how long it had been in Heart and Spirit, in the real world, only a night's sleep had passed for Su Tu.
As Su Tu sat up straight after waking, before he could think further, several system prompts popped up.
