The body of the Star Spirit became increasingly dim, increasingly ethereal.
It knew that it was about to disperse.
Moments before it completely vanished.
It gathered its remaining strength into a stream of information, which shot into Luo Qingchen's brow.
"Beware of Shadow..."
"The Heavenly Dao is bait and also a curse..."
"Disaster approaches..."
The intermittent and warning-laden thoughts echoed in Luo Qingchen's mind.
The next second.
The body of the Star Spirit exploded apart.
Turning into dazzling starlight filling the sky.
Ultimately, all the starlight converged into a single point.
On the platform where it once stood remained an irregularly shaped, crystal-clear fragment, only the size of a palm, yet emanating an endless mysterious aura.
The irregular crystal shard silently floated above the circular platform.
It was entirely transparent, yet seemed to contain a vast starry sky within.
