His five fingers clenched.
The enormous divine hand gripped Nan Feng tightly in its palm.
From afar, the hand looked smooth, flat, and exquisitely crafted.
But up close, one would find that its surface was covered in countless pits and hollows—these were the hand's pores.
Because of these pores, even though Nan Feng was trapped in its palm, there was still plenty of space around him to stand.
"What a huge hand..."
Nan Feng looked around. Endless darkness surrounded him, and not a single ray of light could enter this palm.
For a moment, Nan Feng felt as if he had returned to the Eternal Night Sea, to that lightless world.
Could the Eternal Night Sea have formed like this...
Steady yourself. Nan Feng muttered inwardly, reining in his wandering thoughts.
The Emperor possessed the Mirror of Dreams. Like the Dream God, he could drag people into dreams.
And people who were confused, distracted, or lost in wild thoughts were the easiest to pull into dreams—what people commonly called daydreaming.
For Nan Feng to be mentally wandering and thinking of the Eternal Night Sea in such a tense battle, the Emperor was most likely exerting his power in secret.
Once he entered a dream, it would become the Emperor's home ground. Nan Feng would be in danger.
"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, more than a hundred million living beings dwelled upon this palm." The Emperor's icy voice entered Nan Feng's ears from every direction. "It is a palm, a planet, and a world."
"Nan Feng, how will you defeat me within the world I created?"
"How will you escape from my palm?"
From the outside, the divine hand had clenched into a fist, like a tiny planet.
Nan Feng was inside the palm, equivalent to being at the very