Lin Feng stared at the golden, illusory figure standing before him, equally astonished.
The golden light that had coalesced into this figure had shot out from the space between his eyebrows.
He had never known that such an existence was hidden there.
Judging by the Nether Abyss Master's shock, there was a very good chance the figure before him was a High-dimensional Life as well.
Nothing else could have shocked the Nether Abyss Master so deeply.
"Wait! Although your power is very similar to the Lord of Space-time's, I can't see any causal connection between you and him! Who—or what—are you?"
The Nether Abyss Master stared intently at the golden figure.
He was very familiar with the figure's appearance and the nature of his power.
This was the Lord of Space-time, once one of the strongest High-dimensional Lives in the Cosmic Human Race!
But the Lord of Space-time had fallen long ago.
Was this the Lord of Space-time's lingering soul or remnant consciousness?
That seemed impossible too.
With the abilities of a High-dimensional Life, even a trace of lingering consciousness would be enough to bring him back from the dead.
When a High-dimensional Life fell, his soul and consciousness vanished completely. Nothing could remain.
Besides, he couldn't see any causal connection to the Lord of Space-time in this figure.
If this were the Lord of Space-time's remnant consciousness, that causal connection couldn't have disappeared.
This proved that the figure couldn't be the Lord of Space-time!
If he wasn't the Lord of Space-time, then what was he?
Why did he possess the Lord of Space-time's high-dimensional power?
The Nether Abyss Master stared at the golden figure, utterly baffled.
This was the first time since becoming a High-dimensional Life that he had encountered an existence he couldn't understand.
"I am the Lord