The race of Kong Jinghong and the others specialized in cultivating the strongest mutated attribute in the world: space.
His Lineage, however, excelled in the path of frontal assault—Spatial Slash.
But now.
As he felt the power within his body, he discovered in horror.
His Spatial power was actually having great difficulty adapting to the current environment of Heaven and Earth.
In this era, it seemed he could only manipulate the most basic spatial abilities.
For example.
Simple Teleportation and spatial storage.
Offensive abilities such as shattering space were almost impossible to use. The spatial barriers of this world had become far too sturdy, and could not be manipulated at all.
This made him feel as though he had nearly been reduced to a mortal.
The great power coursing through him felt far inferior even to those who cultivated the second-level laws of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
Weak!
Far too weak!
An unprecedented feeling of weakness invaded his entire body.
"How long was I unconscious?"
He raised his head and looked at the gray, hazy world.
The sky was a smear of red and black, with a shattered star river of space hanging across it, carrying a desolate, ruined beauty.
"Did we really lose?"
His gaze fell upon the commoners before him, and a trace of realization appeared in his eyes.
"They were all used by our Immortal Venerable to light the Heavenly Lantern with life divine abilities, locking them inside their bodies so they could neither live nor die."
This was the method of the burial beasts.
They locked life inside a shell to serve as a burial offering.
It looked like immortality, but was actually the most agonizing torture in the world.
Because your "core" was locked inside your body merely to preserve the battle power