Beneath the intricate yet straightforward material world lay countless things far beyond human understanding. What the naked eye could see was merely the most insignificant layer of this world's disguise. Through the eyes of the soul, this world was far more complex than it appeared.
Ever since Planet Tanagrus had been swept up in a disaster beyond reality, the planet had been utterly transformed. Its material aspect might already have been terrifying enough, but the illusory part hidden beneath it was even more chilling. Countless restless ancient souls wandered across the planet. The energy and information tides unleashed by the Firstborn had surged across the land for ten thousand years, leaving behind innumerable supernatural relics, both visible and invisible. The memories of the Tanans had broken free of their flesh and drifted across the planet with the tides, becoming entangled with countless other streams of information and twisted into indescribable monsters. Yet at certain points, it was still possible to contact those ancient souls that could still think—as long as the person making contact possessed the right kind of talent.
When Hao Ren reached toward that mass of distorted, transparent air, he felt his consciousness tear away from his body in an instant. At the same time, a colossal mental force seemed to surge into his mind, severing his perception of the outside world. He felt as though he were standing in an endless void, surrounded by countless chaotic gray-white mists. One... or perhaps countless overlapping shadows stood deep within those mists, watching him.
Hao Ren recovered from his momentary shock and instinctively focused his mind, preparing to break free of this state. After experiencing so many extraordinary phenomena, he had already learned how to use his mental strength to resist supernatural erosion. But just as he was about to