Within the strange space manifested by the panel's spiritual radiance, a pillar of light stretched from heaven to earth, its upper and lower ends nowhere to be seen.
Before the pillar stood a phantom nine-tenths similar in appearance to Han Yi, but older, a man in his early forties. He opened his eyes and spoke.
"My name is Yuan!"
Han Yi's heart jolted.
The middle-aged phantom did not stop. He continued:
"I obtained a strange supreme treasure, transformed my body into Chaos, and established the eternal holy land, the Great Origin Heaven Realm."
"I passed through trillions upon trillions of Chaos Eras, pursuing a realm above the Saint Lord, yet could advance no further."
"Thus, I ventured beyond the domain. After endless eras, even the Great Origin Heaven Realm had long been destroyed by time. At last, I touched the boundary of the Source-less."
"There was a wall at the boundary. I broke through it and died of exhaustion."
"At the moment of my fall, I saw an even vaster space."
"I realized that if a soul from beyond the wall were fused with mine, it could surely rise another step. Therefore, with my final thread of strength, I cast fragments of my soul beyond the wall."
"One day, a strand of soul will return to the Source-less, inherit my strange supreme treasure, inherit my unfulfilled will, shatter the Source Wall, and ascend into a higher space."
"Future one, having heard this far, there is no need to worry. I am not you, nor are you me."
At this point—
The middle-aged phantom pointed a finger. A streak of spiritual light shot toward Han Yi. Startled, Han Yi was about to dodge, only to find that he could not evade it at all. He could only let the light slip