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However, compared to the ghosts in the forest that were as turbid and cold as smoke, this person's soul was crystal clear and pure, without any impurities. In his soul, golden light emanated from the inside out.
The golden light was as warm and gentle as the sun. Wherever the soul passed, the surrounding dense forests were illuminated in a fiery golden color, as bright as day.
The appearance of this soul shadow was like a drop of cold water falling into a frying pan. The originally silent ghost forest suddenly became lively.
"Roar! Pure soul! Delicious soul!"
When they saw him, the low-level ghosts with low IQs instantly turned red in the eyes.
In their eyes, the pure soul in front of them was like an extremely sweet cake, which made them drool and they wished they could tear it into pieces and swallow it into their stomachs immediately.
In the blink of an eye, at least a dozen ghosts roared and rushed towards the golden soul shadow from all directions.
It is a very tonic thing, it is definitely a very tonic thing.
However, before they pounced on the figure and started tearing it apart, the figure suddenly raised its head.
He has a face that looks a little weathered, with clear contours of his eyebrows and eyes that appear particularly deep.
Seeing the low-level ghosts swarming in, his originally peaceful eyes suddenly flashed with a solemn and serious look, revealing a sorrow of compassion for the world: "Degenerate human souls, I will send you back to the light."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his drooping right hand, and in his palm, a ball of golden soul power suddenly burst into a thousand-foot-long golden light.
The dozen or so pale ghosts had just pounced in front of the human figure, and when they were illuminated by the golden light, they immediately let out shrill screams.
Bursts of black smoke rose up, and their ghostly bodies, as turbid as smoke, were quickly corroded in the golden light, melting as quickly as ice and snow. However, they were completely melted in an instant, without even a trace of residue left.
Deep in the forest, those blue and red high-level ghosts were flying towards here. Seeing this, they slammed on the brakes and shrank back into the depths of the forest, hiding themselves and trembling.
The figure glanced in their direction, then calmly withdrew his gaze, and continued walking forward with the golden light in his hand.
He doesn't remember who he is or where he came from.
The only memory left in his mind was the scene of him being tied to the stake and the bone-piercing agony when he was engulfed by the flames. The only sound in his memory was the disdain and humiliation of others. Apart from that, he knew nothing and remembered nothing.
But somewhere in the dark, there was a voice urging him to go back quickly.
Go back quickly.
Go back soon...
A strong will supported him to be reborn from the ashes and wake up from the chaos. He knew that he had to go back.
There, his past was.
There, he would rather die than regret, and he always insisted on doing so, even if he was tied to the stake or swallowed by the flames. That was the home of his soul.
Only by returning there can he regain his memory and find his true self.
He didn't know where that place was, so he could only follow the guidance of his heart, walking across the barren mountains, stepping on the grass, wading through the river, and walking, walking, and walking...
This time, I was gone for a full six months.