The shadow paused as it spoke.
"Teacher, there isn't much time left for you. His consciousness is about to awaken, and the Black Mist Catastrophe from a thousand years ago will also make a comeback..."
The shadow's figure began to shake violently, its voice becoming fragmented, and its form became increasingly transparent as the mutation caused the soul cocoon to start trembling.
At that moment, Su Mu recalled the evil eyeball that invaded his sea of consciousness, and the sky-covering black hand that sealed the inheritance of the Great Wilderness Four Forms. Su Mu knew in his heart that it wasn't that the dream shadow did not want to speak directly.
It was some form of restriction from the Master of Black Fog.
Although there were many things Su Mu still wanted to ask, he immediately interrupted the shadow's continued narration.
"I already know about the catastrophe, you don't need to continue... I'll leave Miaomiao to you."
"Alright, I will do my best."
