Xu Luo had another very, very long dream. In it, he once again found himself before that gate.
It was towering and majestic, exuding a magnificent aura!
An ancient and mysterious presence permeated the gate!
Xu Luo raised his head and looked up at the gate. It was impossibly high, tens of thousands of miles tall, standing there like a Celestial Gate!
'How did I end up here again?' The thought had just formed in Xu Luo's mind when an intention was transmitted deep into his spirit.
"You were injured. Very badly. It's natural that you would return to the source of your consciousness."
"I'm not dead?" Xu Luo was a little surprised. After all, the old man formed from the motes of light had been far too powerful—so powerful that even his Shaking Light Burst was like child's play to him.
"Of course not. You are the Inheritor. How could you possibly die? However... Shaking Light Burst is not omnipotent. And... that is not how you are meant to use it."
