The attack had already silently descended upon him.
Zuo Qingtian could feel the cries of dragons, phoenixes, and qilins in the sky beginning to shake his soul without his noticing. Slowly, his ears lost their hearing, yet his Sea of Souls roared like thunder.
The scene of ancient Demon Gods before his eyes also vanished, becoming an incredibly abstract image. His soul seemed still able to sense that they were dragons, phoenixes, and qilins, but visually, he could see only strange distortions.
The entire world became abstract.
It was as though everything was merely an impression—sound as well, image as well.
This was... Great Sound is Soundless, Great Form is Formless?
It had broken away from the traditional yin and yang, five elements, time and space, life and death... Instead, sound and image, hearing and sight, seeped from without to within, straight into the soul, returning all to chaos.
Was this also chaos?
Perhaps.
Before chaos had opened, perhaps it had been this abstract.
Zuo Qingtian did not know whether that was true. In any case, he had truly never encountered a similar mode of attack.
The effect was obvious as well... If he could not break free from this state, then he would remain in this state for the rest of his life.
Trapped in strange chaos, as though he had entered a special realm, he would become an exiled wandering ghost.
At that thought, Zuo Qingtian actually felt a certain familiarity. Exile and sealing could still be said to share something in common with his research. It seemed that the new paths of the world could not possibly break away from the source of the Great Dao. At least in the concrete feedback of offense and defense, damage, weakening, control, exile, confinement, and sealing would always manifest in