Chen Lin felt the world spin around him.
An inexplicable force enveloped him, preventing him from thinking properly. It exerted tremendous pressure, relentlessly compressing his swollen body.
But his consciousness became a little clearer.
Only then did he realize that he had become a fist-sized Light Orb, drifting through the void.
There seemed to be a thin membrane before him. Behind it, faint images flowed past, but he could not make out what they were.
Nor did he have a chance to watch.
As the Light Orb drifted deeper, the pressure of the mysterious energy grew stronger. His Light Orb began flickering, threatening to collapse at any moment.
Chen Lin hurriedly tried to control it.
This Light Orb was formed from his essence, energy, and spirit. If it collapsed, his consciousness would likely dissipate along with it.
But his heart immediately sank.
Although he could control the Light Orb, he could not escape the restraining force of the surrounding mysterious energy. He could only slow it slightly as it continued drifting deeper.
In desperation,
Chen Lin tried attacking his surroundings with divine abilities and spells, attempting to break that thin membrane.
But it was still useless.
He used the Soul-Destroying Finger, his runic methods, and even the Spirit Infusion Realm, but the membrane seemed not to exist. His attacks passed straight through it without stirring so much as a ripple.
Meanwhile, the pressure around him kept growing.
Chen Lin's consciousness became hazy again, but driven by his powerful will to survive, he kept instinctively testing other methods.
First, he summoned Hongchen.
When that failed, he tried communicating with any Precious Tools he thought might be useful.
Immediately afterward,
a needle appeared in his hand.
Even with his consciousness muddled, Chen Lin could not help freezing for a moment.
Although he