"I'm Qin Wuxiang?"
Qin Shi felt as if someone had swung a great hammer into his head. It rang in his ears.
His Sea of Consciousness trembled, and his mind filled with thunder, roaring and exploding!
Old He's methods were truly unfathomable—absurdly powerful!
Qin Shi had almost no chance to resist.
In the ancient empire, a Manifestation Saint was already on the level of legendary figures, immortal Buddhas who dwelled in the mortal world.
With a single thought, they could alter the heavens, control nature, and spread their thoughts far and wide across half the planet. They could even project themselves through celestial bodies, cross vast light-years, and roam outer space.
They were the "true immortals" of tales about gods and the supernatural.
Such an unmatched mental will was utterly beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination.
Once it took shape and descended, it truly resembled the so-called pressure of the Heavenly Dao, leaving all living things trembling in fear.
So when Qin Shi actually felt that Manifestation Saint's mind bearing down on him, he felt utterly suffocated, as if he were facing a wall with no end in either height or breadth.
Impossible to climb over or get past.
"So this is a Manifestation Saint?"
Qin Shi was astonished and shaken.
Could a human body really cultivate such immense power?
His newly perfected Mind Holy Embryo was as tiny as a speck of dust.
The white-haired figure, meanwhile, was like an endless sea of stars, covering him completely.
"My mental processes are slowing down, coming to a halt. I'm getting sleepy."
Qin Shi carefully experienced the feeling of being "suppressed" by the Manifestation Saint.
He was clearly a spirit body that didn't need sleep, yet his eyelids felt heavy, as though weighed down by a thousand jun, and drowsiness