A dozen breaths later.
Jiang Dali descended over a thousand zhang before he sensed that cold gaze seeming to shift away, no longer watching him. The fear and mad agitation rising from his soul gradually faded, and he could not help but breathe a slight sigh of relief, though he also formed a vague guess.
"Just now, the Will of Heaven must have been provoked by me. It was in a half-awake state, observing me with a sliver of consciousness. If I had continued ascending, I would most likely have come into direct contact with it."
His expression was grave. Even while in the tranquil, ancient-well-like state of Original Mind State, he felt ever more panicked, agitated, and chilled to the bone the higher he rose.
It was as though the closer one came to the edge of the heavens, the more one would be affected by an incomparably terrifying and vast will. The soul seemed to undergo some kind of chemical reaction, helplessly beginning to slide toward the brink of madness.
"It seems the fallen portion of the Will of Heaven has had a tremendous impact on it. Its entire consciousness may now be filled with violent and malicious negative emotions. It has changed from its original emotionless state and developed negative feelings. This is truly disastrous!"
Jiang Dali's heart sank like cold lead as he realized the severity of the situation.
Once a person's will became powerful, it could influence others.
Just as a leader's confident attitude could inspire subordinates and those around him, while a vicious criminal brimming with murderous intent could frighten the timid into wetting themselves.
For a powerhouse like him, even joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure could directly affect the hearts of others.
There was even less need to mention the Will of Heaven.