Not only the star chart of this universe, but the changes in the star charts across countless past cosmic calamities flashed through Lin Qi's soul one by one. The impacts upon Lin Qi's soul grew ever more frequent, and each impact became more powerful than the last. His soul was continuously tempered by these blows, countless impurities blasted out of it. His soul, once radiant like a crystal statue, now became pure, transparent, and elusive—like a mass of light, a shadow, water, mist—as if it could scatter into the soul sea at any moment.
No, no—the soul sea no longer existed. Under such terrifying impacts, Lin Qi's soul sea had completely vanished. It turned into a hazy cloud of vapor, swiftly merging with the nebula inside his body. Lin Qi's soul coiled at the heart of that nebula, and beneath it lay the elemental origin crystal core, continuously spewing light and heat, endlessly releasing boundless power.
A hoarse, ancient voice sounded beside Lin Qi's ear. It was the dying consciousness of Penglai Island's main body.
"The four great origin elements—earth, water, fire, and wind—are the foundation from which all things evolve. The laws of the five elements that we divided from them are the seeds from which all things are born. Lin Qi, as existences far more ancient than Hell and the others, the power of the laws we comprehend will bring you inexhaustible benefits. Carefully grasp the laws behind the evolution of the universe and the birth of all things. Perhaps one day, you may truly surpass every one of your ancestors."
Penglai Island's voice carried a trace of incredulous astonishment. "At the very least, in my memories, ever since the Origin Realm—the terrifying machine of destruction—was created, not a single human powerhouse has ever received the support of