The space that had been empty began to reveal phantom images, and the mountain peaks that had collapsed into powder slowly gathered together.
The deathly energy emanating from Du Chen grew heavier and heavier, and the information drifting through his eyes became increasingly dense.
Suddenly, a ripple flashed from within the mountain peaks, and the ridges that had been constantly condensing stopped all at once.
"Hmph!"
Du Chen let out a cold snort. His eyes turned gray-white in an instant, and the phantom images that had come to a halt began to condense again. Only, compared to his ease just now, Du Chen was clearly struggling far more at this moment.
Slowly, some blurry shadows began to appear on the mountain. Du Chen's eyes lit faintly, and just as he was about to focus his attention there, a phantom suddenly appeared before him.
"Do you want that badly to uncover the secrets of my Source Race? Since you want them so much, how about coming with this old man? When the time comes, whatever secrets you want, this old man will tell you one by one."
Yan's calm voice rang out, but when it fell into Du Chen's ears, it was like a thunderclap.
Du Chen looked at the phantom before him, which had no Aura at all. He could not sense the slightest threat from it; it was as if it truly were only a phantom.
Yet, of all things, the divine soul within Du Chen's body felt as though it were about to explode, even beginning to split itself apart.
Without the slightest hesitation, Du Chen's figure abruptly dispersed, fleeing madly into the distance. Never once had Du Chen discovered that he could actually fly this fast.
And Du Chen hoped that at this moment, he could be