Cao Feiyu's long lashes were like curtains that could no longer bear their own weight, slowly drooping to cover her eyes. Her delicate body swayed slightly, as if it had lost every ounce of strength supporting it, and she collapsed limply downward.
Before her consciousness sank completely into darkness, her final gaze seemed to struggle to focus on Chen Fei's back.
Once more, Cao Feiyu's spiritual sense was steeped and covered by this powerful resetting force of the illusion, falling into an even deeper slumber as she waited to be assigned the identity and memories of the next illusory world.
Unlike Cao Feiyu, who lost consciousness in an instant, Chen Fei remained as steady as Mount Tai before that surging wave of drowsy power. Not even his eyes showed the slightest trace of haze.
At the center of his sea of consciousness, that speck of dark gold starlight formed from the Indestructible True Nature Spirit Light Mirror was now operating at an unprecedented extreme speed.
Though the starlight was small, it was like a needle that pinned the sea in place, radiating an eternal Dao rhythm of unchanging antiquity and indestructible true nature, firmly blocking that drowsy force that tried to infect and blind him, preventing it from crossing even half a step beyond the thunder pool.
Chen Fei's spiritual platform was perfectly clear.
He calmly watched the surrounding world collapse and transform. The radiance on the short staff in his hand gradually dimmed and turned illusory along with the changing world, finally turning into specks of flowing light that scattered into the air.
Chen Fei's gaze did not linger on the short staff, nor did he pay too much attention to the bizarre fragments of scenery around him. His eyes were deep, and in the depths of his pupils,