Saine wanted very much to understand what kind of existence the Lord of Dimensional Planes of Evil Swamp Time-Space truly was.
He poured forth the full strength of his Divine Soul, driving his Mental Strength to its limit as he desperately tried to peer through the true face of that strange, aberrant existence.
Yet even so, deep within Saine's Divine Soul was still nothing but chaotic emptiness and indescribably bizarre visions. All around him churned muddled torrents of rules, leaving him unable to grasp even the slightest clear outline.
Not only did Saine not retreat, he continuously increased his investment of Mental Strength, seemingly heedless of the dangers that might lurk in peering into the Lord of Dimensional Planes of Time-Space.
Yet the final result was still like viewing flowers through a mist. No matter how intently he focused his senses, he could never see clearly, catching only scattered, fragmented waves of strangeness.
However, merely being unable to see the other party's true body and only falling into a confused state of observation was already an extremely good outcome for Saine at this moment.
All of this was thanks to the warm yet tyrannical white light of rules that had remained suspended behind Saine. That divine light continuously supplied him with Source Power, steadily reinforcing and protecting him while blocking most of the obscure backlash of rules.
Had it been another Level-11 Strong Practitioner, even a deeply cultivated Level-12 Being, who dared at this moment to forcibly visualize the true state of the Lord of Dimensional Planes of Evil Swamp Time-Space across a Cross-dimensional Plane, then even if they were fortunate enough to glimpse the faintest trace of Spider Silk, their true body's Divine Soul and Rule Body would inevitably suffer an indescribably horrifying backlash from the Power of Rules,