"Hah~"
Qin He jolted upright. In his opened eyes, countless scenes flashed past like a projection.
Above the Azure Heavens, below the Nine Netherworlds—there was blood-red light, immortal radiance, endless darkness, holy light shining like candles; roc birds striking the nine heavens, fish swimming in shallow depths; humans, beasts, ghosts, gods; holiness and evil intertwined, humanity and beastliness entwined; excitement, terror, greed, stars wheeling overhead, time flowing into a river... It seemed endless.
They were both illusory and real, like a Shadow Play rapidly turning page after page.
They were the "lifetimes" of countless beings that had existed—one glance encompassing the myriad heavens and worlds.
Qin He slowly closed his eyes and let out a pained groan. More than a dozen breaths later, he opened them again. A faint sharpness and depth lingered in his gaze as he returned to normal.
"A nightmare."
Qin He wiped his forehead. The fine beads of sweat turned into icy grains when the cold wind blew over them, clattering down.
After taking several deep breaths, Qin He gradually calmed the nightmare within his heart. Reaching into his clothes, he pulled out a Broken Blade Fragment.
He had been in Sin City for quite some time now. Whenever Qin He felt dazed, he would take out this Broken Blade Fragment.
He used it to remind himself that everything he had experienced before was not a dream.
The Chaos Shovel had shattered. It had become a divine artifact, yet it had still shattered, embedded in his shoulder blade and carried with him into this world.
Qin He could not tell whether what he saw in those nightmares had truly happened, or whether certain emotions deeply rooted in his heart had merely been magnified.
Illusion Techniques included the Nightmare Art. Qin He had grasped its essence; generally