Chen Shouyi's mind went completely blank. By the time he came to, his consciousness had already been flung dozens of meters away.
He was shocked. This was the first time he had encountered anything like this—his consciousness simply couldn't enter at all.
"I refuse to believe this!"
He endured the oppressive aura and tried to enter again.
The result was the same as before. This time, he was flung even farther away.
After his consciousness had been flung away twice in a row,
his mind grew hazy, and his thoughts began to slow. It felt as if countless bits of information were clogging his mind, making it feel swollen and full, yet when he examined it closely, he couldn't find a trace of anything.
When he realized his consciousness was nearly exhausted, Chen Shouyi immediately gave up.
He left the Gray Mist Space.
When he opened his eyes, his head felt as if it were splitting apart. His brain seemed ready to burst, swelling in waves.
It took a long time before his mind gradually recovered.
"Ugh!" Clutching his still faintly aching head, Chen Shouyi stood up.
He walked a few steps, then paused, his expression faintly surprised.
For some reason, he sensed something strange.
"An illusion?"
Chen Shouyi thought his mind hadn't recovered yet. He rubbed his face, trying to make himself feel more alert.
Then he opened his eyes again, only to find that the feeling remained.
He seemed to feel a strange affinity for the invisible, intangible air around him.
As if...
he could control the air.
Just then, the strange phenomenon displayed by that giant tree surfaced in his mind:
"No way!"
A wild idea rose in his heart. He tentatively held out a hand and gently clenched it. He felt the air split into several