The godlike figure formed from seven-colored divine radiance seemed to exist in every moment of the past, ancient and sacred.
Its eyes were like glazed jewels, shimmering with seven-colored light as it gazed toward him across immeasurable spans of space and time.
Boom!
Something seemed to explode inside his mind.
Image after image flashed by: the Human Race building grand works on a massive scale, while countless other races were slaughtered by the Human Race, leaving the land strewn with wails of misery.
Then he saw divine blades spanning the Starry Sky, making billions of stars tremble as they wiped out one race after another.
Heaven and earth keened in grief; the world sobbed.
Li Ming watched the scenes unfold, his heart utterly unmoved.
In truth, both the voice that had sounded in his heart and the images before him carried a strange power that bewitched the mind and twisted perception.
Moreover, that power was of an exceptionally high order. Even Li Ming himself had failed to notice it.
But... once that strange power reached reality, it became exceedingly faint and weak, even somewhat unstable.
And the source of it all also seemed "weak," as though it had only just recovered from a serious illness, its grave wounds still unhealed.
Soon, the other party seemed to realize that this was a futile effort.
All the images vanished, leaving only the godlike figure formed from seven-colored divine radiance. Across immeasurable spans of space and time, it gazed at him.
The halo of light and shadow behind its head shone brilliantly, as if it meant to reveal his past...
But a moment later—
"No past... I see. So you are not of the Great Profound Realm."
A soft sigh, just like the voice from before, vast and weighty, imbued with the burden