Bab 1239: Good or bad?

The strand of white light was like a worm that had found its long-lost home. It burrowed into the threads of spiritual sense and shot up their length all the way to Hao Xuan's head, disappearing within.

Hao Xuan rose to his feet in confusion sensing the changes taking place inside of him.

"NO! Where did it go!?"

He closed his eyes in a panic and appeared within his mind palace where the strand of white light was hovering above the podium.

Everything else was still the same including the severs that were covered by a shroud of translucent energy.

Wide-eyed, Hao Xuan walked towards the podium with measured steps taking extreme care not to make any unnecessary movements whatsoever. He stopped two feet away too afraid to get any closer, his gaze locked onto the white strand that seemed to be in a state of inactivity.

He reached out slowly and carefully, placing his hand between the podium and the white strand before slowly moving it up.