It was an incomparably sacred feeling.
Merely a trace of the divine aura overflowing on its own was enough to shake a mortal's heart and will.
After all, this came from the influence of fate and causality—
Their very essence.
Far surpassed the level mortals inhabited. It was fundamentally not something they could resist; even those with the firmest wills were no exception!!
And when those seemingly real yet illusory bands and halos of light began to slowly revolve around Ling Wuyuan like machinery that had officially started up, that difficult-to-conceal sense of sanctity and oppression surged madly by the exponent, instantly reaching a level that could leave even Pei Yiman and the others dazed!!
At times, it made them feel that Ling Wuyuan's existence was somewhat beyond reach.
Even though he was right beside them and had never left.
They would occasionally still have the feeling that he was actually far away in some distant place—
It was a sense of distance that naturally arose from the gap in their levels of life and status.
And even this was the result of Ling Wuyuan doing his utmost to restrain his own power.
If not for that.
To the weak, his existence would be nothing less than some unapproachable source of terror.
Merely sensing him would make them instinctively afraid.
Just as a mouse found it very, very difficult to remain calm before a giant dragon, and could only involuntarily fall into a state of fear.
At this point in time.
Compared with all those weaklings still trapped in the suffering of ordinary birth, aging, illness, and death.
The level Ling Wuyuan stood at was fundamentally a different matter.
He was truly like a God or Devil—and not an ordinary God or Devil at that—
However, the sense of closeness