Materialism

"Wooo—"

In that Unknown Land, as though it were eternal nothingness, annihilated hollowness, something beyond description, Lin Chen's consciousness slowly dissolved.

But at that very moment, an abrupt change—seemingly unexpected, yet seemingly part of the plan—happened.

It was as though an exceedingly fine, faint sound had drifted over from afar.

At first, its lingering echoes curled on without end, like an unbroken thread. Then it grew larger and larger, filling this Unknown Land, resounding like great bells and majestic chimes. It carried both a mournful, desolate swan song whose sorrow lingered long after its turns, and the rhythm that nurtured all things and nourished life!

This was not a sound human beings should have been able to hear, yet because of this place's peculiar nature, it suddenly rang out.

As the process continued, a faint glimmer of light somehow shone down upon this Unknown Land, where even darkness had originally been stripped away, illuminating the scene within.

At some unknown point, dense, countless figures had appeared in the void. They touched one another and overlapped, like projections, forming a surging sea of people with no end in sight.

Every individual in that sea of people had the same height, the same face... More importantly, they possessed the same aura. Every single figure was even a Golden Core cultivator!

Logically speaking, even a stacking formation formed by gathering cultivators' strength would suffer from the differences in their internal auras. Thus, even with their power stacked together, they could not unleash their full strength, at most achieving ten to thirty percent.

Even if they formed a grand formation of many people, the sheer number would make their auras mottled and mixed, causing a problem in the formation. Not only would it fail to display its power, it would instead inflict backlash.

Yet