In a daze, countless blurred images flashed before Li Chang'an's eyes.
Immortals clashed. Gods and demons roared in fury. Every scene struck fear into his heart.
His awareness grew hazier, as though it were sinking into those fragmented, disjointed images.
Just then—
A streak of golden light flashed through his mind.
Li Chang'an shuddered and instantly came to his senses.
"What happened?"
He took a deep breath. The more he recalled the images that had flashed past, the more alarmed he became.
Because his experience was different from what the others had described.
According to Xu Rui and the others, they had never fallen into a daze.
Yet Li Chang'an had not only become dazed; he had nearly lost himself and sunk into it.
If that streak of golden light had not appeared, he feared he would never have broken free. He would only have sunk deeper.
"How strange. Why did this happen only to me?"
After that, Li Chang'an grew even more vigilant.
A wisp of his Spiritual Sense had already entered the Hand Bone.
Through his Spiritual Sense, he sensed a dark, silent space inside it. Countless tiny points of light were faintly visible, like stars scattered across the night sky.
"According to Ning Qingliu and the others, each point of light represents a Spell."
"If you're fated to find one, you can touch its light and take the Spell within—"
Li Chang'an gathered his thoughts and guided his Spiritual Sense slowly toward the many points of light.
Almost at once, a multitude of them flew toward him and circled his Spiritual Sense, as though waiting for him to choose.
But Li Chang'an did not touch any of them lightly.
He could vaguely tell that the Spells within those lights were not high grade. Most were merely Earth