Aside from that terrifying sense of danger that made all living beings instinctively feel fear.
Whenever people gazed across the distance at the gray sea of mist, they would also feel an intense sense of haziness and remoteness.
Even though that sea of mist lay right beside the Sixteen Island Ring Continent and could not be called distant at all, people would still feel as though they could see nothing clearly, as if everything were happening in a dream—an illusory sensation, like a dream yet like a fantasy!!
Then came a bizarre sense of emptiness.
Those who stared at that gray sea of mist for too long would instinctively find a strange feeling rising from within them—that nothing mattered anymore.
Power, wealth, strength—
Those affected would feel that all things, tangible and intangible alike, no longer mattered to them.
It was a twisted influence originating from the depths of the soul.
Most of the time, the effects could be healed through treatment and the passage of time.
But when the effects were severe, they could even cause reactions akin to a shattered Dao heart, inflicting all kinds of permanent spiritual trauma upon the victim, causing them to undergo a drastic change in temperament or never recover from the blow!!
It was as though that power capable of easily warping time and space could also distort the minds of those who looked upon it from afar.
This exceedingly strange phenomenon matched the descriptions of higher lifeforms in all kinds of Myths and Legends—mortals must not look directly upon gods.
In essence.
This was the crushing superiority of a higher existence over a lower one.
Unless one's strength reached the same level as Ling Wuyuan's.
Otherwise, due to the influence of their existential rank, once those dense gray mists symbolizing Ling Wuyuan's