After Chen Chuan gathered his mind, he emptied both body and spirit. Before long, much vague information began to arise within his consciousness.
This was an experience he had gained over the past few days. There was no need to deliberately look for anything at first. As long as he remained at the edge of that level, these things would naturally be perceived by him.
Moreover, the longer he maintained it, the deeper and clearer the information became.
After some time, he gradually sensed the two worlds, though they remained blurry and he could not make out their full forms.
In his perception, the two worlds resembled two enormous clouds, each gathered tightly within itself. Only their surfaces drifted and shifted, drawn toward one another. Like wisps of mist, they converged into the gap between them, with a small portion touching and connecting, though the links flickered in and out and remained unstable.
It was clear that the spiritual world was almost everywhere, ever-changing and unstable, while the material world was far more contained and steadfast.
Yet in terms of the overall situation, the spiritual world was undoubtedly stronger. The material world already appeared to be enveloped within it. Seen this way, its fate seemed destined to be gradual consumption by the spiritual world.
It was like how he had gradually refined the Immortal Seed within the field. Even if the Immortal Seed could hold out at first, in the end it could not avoid being ground apart and completely fused into one.
Extrapolating from that outcome, it truly was a despairing and terrifying future.
However, there was still a difference. The Immortal Seed was unconscious; once captured, it could only be manipulated at will. But they possessed their own wills and strength. They would not simply allow themselves to