"Lu Yang!"
"Lu Yang!"
"Wake up!"
After who knew how long, Lu Yang, immersed in the rain of law and unable to pull himself away, suddenly heard an urgent voice calling to him.
Lu Yang jolted awake, his head splitting with pain.
To his horror, he discovered that his Sea of Consciousness had suddenly been flooded with far too much Power of Law.
So much so that Lu Yang's soul origin, at the center of his Sea of Consciousness, was gradually becoming unable to bear the strain. It seemed on the verge of collapse!
Lu Yang hurriedly withdrew his extended Spiritual Sense from the rain of law, his heart pounding with lingering fear.
By the time he came to his senses, cold sweat had soaked him from head to toe.
The Murong Family crone's icy voice rang in Lu Yang's ear.
"You reckless brat! The Power of Law cascading down from the divine mountain contains everything under heaven and encompasses the myriad ways of the Nine Provinces. Even the soul foundations of eighth-realm Venerables couldn't bear one ten-thousandth of it. You're like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, never satisfied with what you have. Weren't you afraid you'd stuff yourself to death?"
Lu Yang was still shaken. He clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, seniors, for saving my life."
A moment ago, he had glimpsed a little understanding. Before he knew it, he had become immersed in the rain of law, unable to pull himself away.
During that time, he comprehended several kinds of Power of Law, already pushing his Spiritual Sense to its limits. Had he awakened any later, his Spiritual Sense would have collapsed and his soul disintegrated. That was no exaggeration.
So this time, he wasn't particularly bothered by the crone's sharp words.
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