Very soon, that hand was about to touch He Ao's body.
Within the consciousness space, He Ao once again slammed the illusory soul aside. Cracks instantly spread across the soul's body.
Startled awake, his gaze snapped into focus and fixed on the figure before him.
A white-haired Old Man appeared in his field of vision.
His pupils suddenly contracted. "Noktis? No... Sage Master?!"
The figure standing before him was none other than Noktis, Dawn's leader. There was a Noktis in the Main World, so naturally there was one in this world as well.
And unlike in the Main World, no one in this world could restrain Noktis. He would proceed entirely according to the Sage Master's arrangements.
What surprised He Ao somewhat was that Noktis would ultimately become the Sage Master's incarnation.
But on second thought, it made sense. The Sage Master had given him so much without ever demanding a price, which meant that Noktis himself was the price.
Sometimes, He Ao felt that this world without him could be described as a gathering of brilliant minds. Why did every development seem possible here?
"It seems you're quite surprised." The Sage Master looked at He Ao with a smile, his hand still moving unimpeded toward He Ao's chest.
The overlapping arrays, dense radiance, and countless threads seemed not to notice his existence at all. They even naturally parted to either side, allowing his hand through.
He Ao could not even dodge on his own initiative. At the moment, he was forcibly controlling the Dreamer. While these arrays helped him restrain the Dreamer's power, they also restricted his movements.
He stared at the Sage Master before him, his gaze gradually turning cold. "You deliberately waited until now?"
At this moment, the foundations of the two worlds had intersected, reaching the