Log: Origin forcefully awakening... Log: Affected by your life level, after leaving the instance, you can only remember part of its contents... Log: Descent of Will!
In the real world, the moment Zhao Cheng selected the instance, the Log refreshed.
At the same time, because this instance was highly unusual—not a conventional instance, but a special one opened at the cost of one Miracle Point—even the method of entry was completely different from before.
There was no selection of a spacetime beacon, nor was a Hyper-Dimensional Body deployed. Instead, the origin awakened, and will descended.
If Zhao Cheng's guess was correct, this origin was probably that trait of his that was still covered in question marks.
The second Log was easy enough to understand. It was not a restriction, but a protection. At Zhao Cheng's current level, he already understood that information itself often contained power.
If one's life could not bear it, yet one insisted on remembering it, one would either go mad or explode. In any case, nothing good would come of it.
With such thoughts in mind, what Zhao Cheng felt this time was not a shift through time and space, but the sensation of finally waking after a long, long sleep.
At the same time, this awakening felt like he had not slept enough—a state of utter exhaustion.
If Zhao Cheng's will had been even a little weaker, he might have fallen straight back asleep in that instant.
Fortunately, that did not happen.
When Zhao Cheng opened his eyes, he discovered that he did not have eyes at all. He could clearly see every part of himself. He had no limbs, no head—he was merely a round ball of white light. Around that white light ran rings of platinum-white patterns,