He had never felt anything like this before.
It was like walking from one dream into another. Reality shifted in dazzling complexity, so abrupt and bizarre, yet somehow exactly as it should have been.
Perhaps this was also a dream?
Otherwise, why did everything seem like a Dreamlike Bubble, ever-changing and uncertain?
In his daze, even he himself had become so unreal. Only the Chun Jun Sword in his hand was undeniably real.
Within a hell of seemingly endless flames, he strode across burning scorched earth, head held high as he bathed in fiery rain like tears, yet he did not feel the slightest burning pain or unease.
It was as though... he had returned home.
Even the air, thick with ash and sulfur, had become so sweet.
But was there really air?
Was he really breathing?
Ji Jue possessed no body at all. At that moment, he was merely relying on Chun Jun's Blessing Chain · [Transcendent Vision] to temporarily separate his soul from his flesh, manifesting independently in the form of a wandering spirit.
With his original abilities, at most, he could only wander within a radius of a dozen or so miles, adding a haunted legend to New Spring. But now, under Chun Jun's guidance, the instant his soul left his body, Formless resonance and power had directly dragged him here.
Moreover, after entering the Flame Tide that had risen again from dead ashes, he felt neither resistance nor discomfort, as though this was inherently how things should be!
From one body to another?
But what was his body now?
The Flame Tide Disaster?
He almost laughed.
Only when he lowered his head could he see the pitch-black crack across his chest growing ever clearer. Thread after thread of flames sprouted from the darkness, echoing the endless