Ji Lang felt his vision blur slightly.
From the depths of his mind, a strange sensation welled up instinctively.
It was as though something were lifting his consciousness upward.
It was an eerie feeling of his entire body becoming light and weightless.
At the same time.
He sensed some kind of power pouring into his body from the void like a trickling stream, forcibly harmonizing the meteorite energy within him—a power that was strong, yet harmful to him.
Then.
He felt an immense will slowly taking over control of his body.
Calm, yet without malice.
It carried only an indifferent will.
At this moment, merely sensing a tiny trace of its power was enough for him to determine that it was an immensely powerful existence unlike anything he had ever encountered in his life—
At the same time, in that instant, he felt as if he had become an outsider, an outsider observing himself from a third-person perspective.
It was an exceedingly peculiar perspective.
He could even see himself and the scenery around him with great clarity.
But precisely because of that.
He became all the more keenly aware of just how terrible his actual condition was. It would not be wrong to say that death was right at his doorstep—
It was something invisible, yet undeniably real.
Using the karmic connection between them as a bridge.
Ji Lang's existence directly became a special anchor point for Ling Wuyuan's power.
This gave the power that would otherwise mostly have gone to waste a relatively stable local vessel.
Although, limited by Ji Lang's excessive weakness and limited capacity, the power Ling Wuyuan could exert remained quite restricted.
At the very least.
Thanks to the vessel's role, the power he could exert here was far more stable than before.
Very quickly, as