At this moment.
All sounds around Lin Cheng's ears seemed to vanish in an instant. Everything turned into nothingness; even his disciple's voice became blurred. Lin Cheng himself seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, plummeting rapidly.
His consciousness and his power were frozen at this moment, leaving him unable to resist.
At the same time, streams of incomparably mysterious power continuously poured into his body. They caused not the slightest damage, merging with him at great speed. It was not like the forceful invasion of some foreign power, but more like... a return!
The return of power, authority, and even status!
It was as though, the instant his strength stepped across the threshold of the Infinite Realm, it had triggered some program set long ago, and everything naturally began to operate.
At this moment, his consciousness soared wildly, as though it were about to merge with the endless universe.
At this moment, he seemed to become part of the universe, or perhaps... he was the Primordial Universe.
An utterly chaotic sensation continuously battered Lin Cheng's consciousness. All his power vanished. At this moment, he could not even mobilize the power of the Primordial Realm, and could only passively endure the impact, like a sea bursting through its dikes.
Those wisps of Lin Cheng's consciousness seemed to transform into a drop of water, rapidly spreading toward the entire ocean.
Continuously merging.
Streams of profoundly mysterious power began to emerge from Lin Cheng. As this power appeared, everything around him began to twist and change. Scenes like absurd paradoxes emerged—ice and fire coexisting, spatial contradictions, resurrection from death...
One bizarre scene after another resembled blurry blocks. A terrifying power of concepts was slowly awakening.
This feeling naturally brought two words to Lin Cheng's mind—Mystic Realm.
He was advancing toward the