"What Strange Energy. It was like space was being torn apart, yet also like some kind of consciousness."
As Yulian spoke, Wang Ping flashed to the front of the altar. He knew it was True Monarch Xiaoshan's instinctive response. Countless thoughts raced through his mind before he opened his 'Heavenly Eye' and looked toward the energy fluctuations.
Yet all he saw was a patch of chaos, one that brought with it a suffocating sensation only mortals could feel. He hurriedly shifted his gaze away and instinctively began deducing, but what he saw remained chaos.
Thus, he could only close his eyes. He saw Yulian ride the clouds over, then, after some thought, kneel upon the cushion before the altar. She forcibly made her consciousness devout, then recited True Monarch Xiaoshan's secular name together with the Puppet.
In what seemed like an instant, Wang Ping's consciousness connected to an otherworldly space, where he saw wildflowers carpeting mountains and plains.
"This is someone's sea of consciousness!"
Yulian also appeared beside Wang Ping. Their Primordial Spirits were now linked together.
Wang Ping did not pay attention to the brilliant wildflowers. Instead, he cast his gaze toward the edge of the flower-covered hills. That area was pitch-black, with phantom images surfacing from time to time. Some were beautiful, like splendid mountains, rivers, and lands; others were utterly horrifying, grotesque and twisted creatures.
Yet none could penetrate the ring of colored light around the border, leaving this flower-strewn land brimming with life. At the center of the land lay a small courtyard. Inside stood a reclining chair, upon which a hazy figure lay, seemingly lost in thought as it gazed at the black phantoms in the sky.
With a movement of Wang Ping's consciousness, he and Yulian instantly appeared outside the courtyard. He was very