""How amazing...""
At the same time, when everyone throughout the world felt that invisible fluctuation of mental power, Lu Xin suddenly opened his eyes.
It was like abruptly waking from an oppressive, restless dream. He saw the real world.
His breathing suddenly became smooth, and the tremendous weight pressing down on his heart vanished in an instant.
The twisted black tendrils around him, along with the singing that had bored into his eardrums like steel needles, gradually grew thin like thick oil paint dissolving in seawater, then vanished without a trace. All around him was only a tranquil wasteland, the Crimson Moon hanging above it, seeming to grow ever redder, and Kid standing blankly nearby, waiting for him.
"Is this what it feels like?"
Lu Xin panted slightly for a while, then slowly steadied his breathing and began carefully recalling what he had just felt.
When The Beginning's power first submerged him, he had felt pressure and emptiness that words could not describe. But he had endured that stage, using the mental core he had recovered over all these years to withstand that power, which was enough to drive anyone to collapse.
Then he sensed something else on the mental level—something wondrous.
The wall covered in strange symbols that he had once seen in a ward at the old site of the Crimson Moon Research Institute.
It had appeared in his mind once again.
And this time, it seemed even clearer than before.
The symbols on it seemed to possess life. They moved and linked together, imprinting themselves into his mental world.
They had originally been complicated symbols with no discernible pattern, yet he had actually understood them.
They seemed to be becoming increasingly familiar, and his mental state gradually began to resonate with them.
At this very moment, The